Page 55 of Desperate Desires

Coward.

But I ignored my inner condemnation.

“I’m sorry about your parents, Doc. But I disagree with you about something.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“They’re the lucky ones. The Volkovs and the others, for having you in their lives,” I whispered, pulling her closer to me, needing to touch her.

I twirled one of her soft curls between my fingers, snuggling her close, and I wondered at the way the delicate braids felt against my skin.

It was a beautiful contradiction of strength and softness. Just like her.

“So, why do they call you Ono?” she asked, snuggling against me with her warm, naked flesh.

“My full name is Onofrio, after my father.”

“Onofrio?”

“It’s Italian.”

“I figured that, but why not Frio?” she asked, and I grinned at the memory.

“My dad thought I'd be a junior after him. They called him Frio. But then his mother, my Nonna, took one look at me in my cradle and she said, ‘oh no, here comes trouble with this one’. Pop liked that so much, he called me Ono instead of Jr. and it stuck.”

“Ha! Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful lady.”

“She was,” I whispered, kissing her head.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Michelle asked, as her body began to go lax against mine.

“I’ll be here, Doc.”

And I meant it.

If there was something I was beginning to fully understand it was this infatuation I had with the good doctor was much more than that. It was real. And lasting.

It was something I wanted to see through and this here, this was just me laying the foundation for what I had in mind.

The past few hours I’d been going over it in my head and I’d just come to a decision. I was never giving this woman up.

Michelle Davis was supposed to be mine.

She sure fucking felt like mine. And fuck, but I wanted her to be in every single way.

Oh, Michelle Davis had no idea the things I was capable of when I really wanted something. And I wanted her above all else.

Yeah, I was going to be there in the morning.

And every morning after that.

It was decided now. Fate or God or just my own sheer will had solidified my resolve to bind this woman to me.

A fucking wrecking ball couldn’t knock me off course.

Chapter 15-Shelly

So this is how it feels—floating on cloud nine.

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