ANGELO
I wakeup in a cold sweat. It takes me a few seconds to register that there is another person in my bed.
I run a hand over my face. I never do this. I never let a woman sleepover.
I glance at the clock next to me on the bedside table and blink to ensure I’m not seeing things.
5:00 am?
I’ve never slept for longer than three or four hours at a time in as long as I can remember.
How could I let this happen?
I glance at the petite, warm body next to me, her hair strewn across the silk pillow like some kind of fallen fucking angel, and then I know why. She’s the reason.
I can’t explain why, but she makes me calm. She chases the demons away, and I’ve no fucking clue how. I’ve not shared sleep with a woman since Lucia, and that was years ago…
I get up quietly and pad across the room to the bathroom to take a leak. When I come back, she hasn’t moved.
I climb back into bed and turn on my side to face her.
Aside from being a gorgeous woman, she’s also very smart and I find myself itching to know more about her, wanting her to open up more to me. It’s like she isn’t afraid of me. She doesn’t have that trepidation in her eyes that most women do when they meet me or when they find out who I am. There is a man behind the mask.
I also can’t remember the last time I essentially spent the whole evening with a woman and didn’t talk business…it’s been years. There’s always something going on with the family business, or my brothers calling me, or my cousins, Allegra needing help with something, or Mario… I have to go check in with Mario. It’s been almost a week, and I know he’ll want a full report on everything going on. Even on his fucking death bed, he’s still got half his ear to the ground.
I brush my fingers over Rayne’s shoulder and caress the ends of her hair. It’s soft and silky, and though it was impeccably styled earlier, she looks like she’s been fucked into next week.
I contemplate waking her up so I can take her again, so I can really punish that little pussy that’s been teasing me for far too long. She takes my cock so fucking well. The sight of her on her knees before me was something I’ll never be able to erase from my memory, and why would I want to. It was utter perfection.
Imagining her lips around any other man makes me want to slice his throat.
She’s mine.
I know for a fact I want to see her again and that doesn’t scare me as much as it probably should.
Rayne’s body moves with mine, in tune, like we’re two pieces of a puzzle. She enjoyed pleasing me as much as she did receiving. She wasn’t afraid to completely let go in the moment and show her body to me. I fucking dig that.
I love a woman who is confident with her body and isn’t afraid to show it off.
I settle back into sleep and the next thing I know, I wake up again, and her side of the bed is empty. Then I hear the shower turn on.
I listen to her move around the bathroom and I know I want to go in there and bend her over and take her from behind. I’ll never be done with her sweet body.
I gave her a mild version of the beast last night, but now I feel like just taking what I want.
My cock agrees with me, tenting under the sheet as I fling the covers back and swing my legs out of bed.
I saunter into the bathroom and see her silhouette through the glass, the steam billowing as she sighs. I love that fucking sound.
Never have I contemplated tying myself to a woman, not since Lucia, yet I can’t help that my mind wanders to what it would be like with her.
She’s a lot like me in many ways. Guarded. Fierce. Very capable and intelligent. I bet she’s good with money, careful with it, puts some away for a rainy day.
The thought is fleeting, even if I had the time to indulge in a relationship, I doubt she’d want this kind of life. One that’s meant for a Stepford wife who asks no questions and looks flawless on your arm, one who’s also good at spending your money. Fuck that.
Sure, in my line of work, you need a woman who looks the other way, but you also need one who can keep your secrets and comfort you when nobody else can. Who knows what you need without words. That’s not indulgent, that’s fucking impossible.
I’ve never found my equal, my other half, even in my marriage. Lucia didn’t want the life; she’d made that apparent time and time again.