Page 86 of Whispers in the Dark
My eyes find his…
His knees drop to the grass…
My arms slip around him…
His heart beats as fast as mine…
I swallow the lump of emotions building in my throat as I remember that day.
One that changed both of our lives forever.
Creating a secret between the two of us we would never share with the world.
He lowers his head and rolls our foreheads together, pressing his lips to mine.
I breathe in his familiar scent.
I feel his warmth and the steady pulse of his heart beneath my palm.
But it’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
Not when I need all of him.
“Mauro,” I whisper, curling my fingers into his jacket. “Take me to bed.”
The iron gates groan as they slide apart, revealing a long stone driveway. Heavily armed guards step back, their presence a reminder of just how well protected this place is. Our vehicle rolls forward until it comes to a smooth stop at the foot of the estate.
The driver exits first, opening my door. Cool night air brushes my skin as I step out. Mauro immediately appears by my side.
“Your bags have already been sent up to your room,” the driver informs us.
Mauro dips his chin in acknowledgment, but his focus never leaves me. Like a man with a singular purpose, he takes my hand in his, his grip firm and certain, and leads me up the marble steps. We pass through the towering front doors, and the moment they close behind us, the world outside disappears.
He stops abruptly.
And before I can speak, his hands come up to cradle my face, his touch lighting my skin on fire. His lips meet mine with an urgency that steals my breath, all restraint forgotten. I shrug my jacket from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as I curl my fingers into his shirt, needing him closer.
His hands slide down my body, tucking beneath my ass and lifting me effortlessly as I gasp in surprise. Instinctively, I cling to him, my arms tightening around his shoulders and my legs anchoring alongside his torso as he turns toward the staircase. He takes the steps two at a time, carrying me as though nothing will get in the way of what he wants.
Me.
With quick work, I unzip my boots and tug them from my feet, the sound of them tumbling down the stairs echoing behind us. My hands greedily glide down his shirt, my fingers at once unhooking every button.
He nudges a door open and carries me inside, lowering me onto the bed with a care that makes my breath falter. For a moment, he just looks at me. And I mean, really looks at me. With a soft vulnerability shining in his eyes as if he can’t believe I’m really here with him.
But why would that be?
His hand brushes my hair back, his touch slow and worshipful, as if he’s memorizing me. Engraving me into his mind. He leans down, his forehead resting against mine. Slowly, he presses our lips together. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into this feeling, knowing that whatever is about to happen next doesn’t need words.
His lips trail over my neck and across my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
My breath feels heavy as he continues his path around my sweater, his fingers gripping the hem and lifting it enough to reveal my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath as he kisses the spot right over my belly button, pushing the fabric up higher, exposing my breasts, which are practically spilling out of my black lace bra. I lift my arms above my head, and he doesn’t hesitate to remove the material from my body completely.
His eyes take in the sight of me, growing darker.Hungrier.
They narrow in on the small metal clasp residing in the center, and he unhooks it in one swift motion, the cups splaying out to my sides. His lips catch onto one of my nipples, sending an electric jolt to my core. My fingers thread through his hair, untying the strap that holds his strands back. I whimper as my other nipple is grasped between his thumb and index finger,twisted, and pinched. The sensation has me squeezing my thighs together as the throbbing between my legs intensifies.
