Page 57 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

He snorted at my reaction, throwing his head back with a devious laugh. “That’s for calling my painting bad!”

Energized by his joy, I swept up a glob of yellow paint and did the same in return, smearing it across his chin.

“Hey!” He said, tone bubblier than usual. In retaliation, he scooped up more of his paint and dragged it across my forehead.

“Yaro!” I squealed, trying to shield myself from his attacks.

Soon enough, we were engaged in a full-fledged paint brawl as we mixed paint across one another’s skin.

When it was becoming too much, Yaro yanked his shirt up to avoid getting any on it, and he tossed it aside.

Seeing his bare torso so perfectly crafted with every cord of muscle, I felt stunned by the sight of it, as if it was my first time seeing his body.

He took the opportunity to smear paint down my neck, just narrowly missing my own top. Not wasting a moment, I leaned in and painted across his chest, watching as the colors melded together on his skin.

Seeing how the brush glided against his body stirred something in me, and I couldn’t look away. It was mesmerizing.

Without putting his brush down, Yaro reached for my baggy sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. I didn’t object and simply let it happen, along with my bra being undone and dropped to the floor, too.

Both wearing only our bottoms, we laughed at how ridiculous it was as we painted one another.

That cool sensation moved all around me until I was covered in streaks of paint, but I didn’t care. Not while the condo filled with our mutual laughter that almost turned delirious after a while.

When we gave up, both exhausted from letting that amusement out, our brushes were cast to the side, and Yaro turned to face me once more.

A small, content smile settled on his lips as he took me in.

“I might be awful at painting, but I wouldn’t mind seeing this more often,” he murmured, bringing a thumb up to my chest. He rubbed it against my nipple, watching as the red and blue paint blended into a faint purple.

I swallowed back a moan at the sensation, but I couldn’t hide the goosebumps that sprang up from my arms.

Even if his face was obscured by different colored paints, I found it just as handsome as ever. The product of our spontaneous fun made him look even more charming.

Unable to help myself, I took a step closer and went on my tip-toes to kiss him.

Our lips melded together like they were made to do exactly that, and I melted into that tender caress.

Yaro’s hand fell to my hip, and he pulled me closer, soaking in that warm exchange.

I did not doubt in my mind that we had the potential to be something great, and the kiss was a perfect example of just how drawn to him I was.

“Jump,” he murmured, dropping his hands to my backside.

Doing as he said, I jumped up, and he caught me easily. I giggled at the way he rushed us out of the kitchen and toward the nearest bathroom, forgetting all about the paint.

As we made it inside, shutting the door behind him, Yaro immediately turned the shower on and let me get to my feet again. He tested the temperature with his hand, and once he was satisfied, we both stripped until we were bare.

Pulling me in with him, I soaked in how perfectly warm the water was.

Facing me as he stood beneath the showerhead and let it rain all over him, he held me by my hips and let his hands run up and down my back. I leaned into his touch, comforted by him and the pleasant water.

I placed my palms against his painted chest and smeared it around, watching as the colors mixed and muddled in the water. It pooled all around us and moved down the drain with ease.

Yaro did the same to me, letting his hands ghost over my breasts, making me arch slightly into the touch. He did it more teasingly than anything, making me lust more for it.

When he was seemingly satisfied by how much paint was gone, Yaro leaned down and locked his lips with mine. That wonderful feeling consumed me, and I softened for him, reaching out to hold him.

He put a gentle hand against my cheek and deepened the kiss until I felt light-headed, drawing out a soft moan from me. Yaro hummed his approval against my lips, moving his body with mine to create more friction between us.

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