She laid a hand against his cheek. “Wherever you want to go, Damen.”
Chapter 3
THE SOUND OF AN ALARMclock buzzing drilled into the silence of the room, causing its sole occupant to stir. Slim, petite, and dark-haired, the girl barely made an impression on the vast bed. Looking at her, most people would be forgiven for thinking of her as a teenager. But she wasn’t that. At all.
Even as she woke up slowly, her fingers were already moving, searching for the feel of a familiar hard body that should be next to her in bed. But it wasn’t, and this made her eyes flutter open.
Oh.
She really was alone.
A note lying against the pillow next to her caught her gaze, and slowly she reached for it.
The masculine handwriting on the note never failed to make her smile, and the thought that her husband, once a self-confessed unbeliever of love, was writing her a note made her lips curve in a wider smile.
Good morning, my love.
I’ve left early for work. Forgive me for not waking you up – I thought you’d need your rest after last night. I’d apologize for that, too – if it wouldn’t be a lie. If you want the truth, I look forward to making love to you over and over tonight again.
If you want it crass...I’m counting the seconds until I can fuck you into passing out.
An embarrassed laugh escaped her at the last sentence. Even now, the fact that her extremely sophisticated husband could talk so dirty made her squirm in a mixture of self-consciousness and desire.
Her eyes drifted back to the rest of the note.
Did that make you wet, sweetheart? I bet it did.
Can’t wait to see you again. Call me when you’re up.
Your husband,
Damen
For several long moments, Mairi could only gaze at the note, her heart bursting with so much happiness that even now it scared her. It was crazy, how it felt like she loved Damen Leventis more and more each day. It just kept growing, deepening, at a terrifying rate – so much so, she couldn’t help ask herself.
Could life truly be this beautiful forever?