She looks up at me, searching my face. “Is everything alright?”
I nod, placing my hand on her lower back. “Everything is fine now.”
In the car, I can’t keep my hands off her. I pull her onto my lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she straddles me. My mouth finds hers instantly, kissing her ly and hungrily the entire ride home.
She moans softly against my lips, her fingers threading through my hair. By the time we reach the estate, her lips are swollen and red, and I’m hard as steel beneath her.
I carry her upstairs, her legs wrapped around my waist, still kissing her like I’ll die if I stop. I want to be inside her again so badly it hurts. I want to fuck her against the wall, on the bed, until she’s screaming my name and dripping with my cum.
But she’s exhausted. I can see it in the way her body melts against mine, in the soft sighs between kisses.
So instead, I take her to the bathroom, run her a warm bath, and lower us both into it. I wash her gently, her hair, her back, between her thighs, taking care of her in a way I’ve never taken care of anyone. She leans back against my chest, soft and pliant, letting me tend to her.
Later, when we’re in bed, she curls up against me like she did last night. I spoon her from behind, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, my face buried in her hair. She fits perfectly against me.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I fall asleep easily. No nightmares. No restless thoughts.
A few days have passed and I still haven’t found the fucking rat.
Every lead turns up empty. Every interrogation leaves me more frustrated than the last.
The man in the basement’s final words keep echoing in my head:“The man you're looking for is closer than you think.”
Every day I don’t find them is another day they get more leverage, more opportunity to do damage. It’s eating at me. I’m pissed at myself for not seeing it sooner.
I come home late again tonight, the house quiet except for the low hum of the security system. I loosen my tie as I walk in, expecting Calina to be asleep.
Instead, I find her curled up on the sofa in the living room, phone in her hand, looking soft and beautiful in one of her pajama sets.
She looks up when I enter. I walk straight to her.
“Why aren’t you in bed?”
She sets the phone down. “Just going through a few last wedding details.”
I reach out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Since that night in the restroom, we haven’t had sex again. I’ve been giving her time to heal.
“Is the wedding stressing you out?” I murmur.
She shakes her head. “No. Buy you look stressed. Is everything alright?”
I lean down and kiss her instead of answering. “Everything is fine now.”
She deepens the kiss immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck, body pressing against mine like she’s been waiting forthis too. I lose myself in her taste, in the soft sounds she makes when my tongue strokes hers.
My hands slide down her back, gripping her ass as I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation, grinding against me as I carry her upstairs.
I kick the bedroom door shut behind us and lay her down on the bed, crawling over her without breaking the kiss. My mouth moves down her neck, sucking and biting, marking her skin.
I push her pajama top up and off, exposing her perfect breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then gently biting before soothing it with my tongue. She has perfect breasts. She arches into me with a moan, fingers threading through my hair.
I give the other breast the same attention, sucking, licking, biting just enough to make her gasp and writhe beneath me. Her nipples are hard and sensitive, glistening with my saliva when I pull back to admire them.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl against her skin, kissing down her stomach, biting softly at her ribs, then lower, licking around her navel. She shivers under every touch, her breathing ragged.
I hook my fingers into her pajama bottoms and slide them down her legs, leaving her completely bare for me.
The sight of her, flushed, wet, and waiting, makes my cock throb painfully.
