Chapter 21: Chapter 21
C H A P T E R N I N E
My eyelids opened as soon as I felt Falcone's fingers at the small of my back. Before his weight struck the bed and he turned me to face him, I had been sound asleep and felt confused with a tinge of excitement.
My bewilderment vanished as soon as his arms encircled me and pulled my body against the length of his.
I was living with my parents.
My hand went up to cover his mouth before his lowering head's shadow reached its target.
“What are you doing?" I whispered inaudibly.
My wrist was encircled by his extended hand as he drew it away.
"What am I continually doing?" he said, also softly.
"You entered my parents' house!" I was still hissing and whispering.
"Yeah," he said, as if everything was OK.
"We can't have sex with my folks basically next door!"
He was silent, his body immobile, then he moved quickly, his face vanishing in my neck as his arms tightened and he flipped me to my back with his chest on my, his muted laughter audible.
“Falcone!" I snapped, pulling back with my hands on his sleek-skin-over-hard-muscle bared shoulders.
His head rose and his weight shifted away from me as he laid his forearms on each side of me in the bed.
Through the shadows, he gazed at me. "I'm not going to fuck you, Babe," he muttered.
"You just stated, 'What do I always do?'"
'And we always have sex,' I said.
"Yeah, but it starts with a kiss, darling."
Oh. This was correct.
Through the darkness, I focused on his shadowy head. "So, what exactly are you doing here?" ”
"You've arrived."
“So?
" I inquired.
When one of his hands approached my face, I felt his fingers glide over my hairline before moving into the hair on the side of my head.
"Last night, someone targeted you and went so near to you that he scared you." My boys were eight minutes away and I was an hour away when it happened."
"You're saying something I already know, Falcone."
"That won't happen again."
He had come across as amusing at first, then educational. His final words seemed like a vow.
My stomach became mushy.
"Dad's right next door," I reminded him as I fought the squishiness.
"He's a man who can look after himself and you, Sweet Pea, but there are those who don't know that." They'll think twice before fucking with anyone in this home if they see my vehicle parked at the curb."
Oh my God. He was guarding me. Dad, too. Melinda, too.
Wow.
"So you're simply here to behere?"
" I inquired.
"That, and make sure you get enough sleep."
Uh.
Wow.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to fight the squishiness.
He continued. "And get some rest with you, I'm fuckin' exhausted."
Uh.
Wow.
Super Falcone, World's Greatest Lover, and Major Badass were all eliminated.
Interesting.
"Babe," he said.
My body jolted back in surprise, and I exclaimed, "What?”
"Are you going to do that?"
“What?”
“Sleep.”
No. No way was I going to sleep again. I'd gotten a second wind after standing in the cold when he left earlier, and I'd blown through a massive amount of work, keeping up and fresh until my focus began to wane about a quarter to midnight.I'd shut down and gone to bed, certain that my fatigue would ensure I'd sleep well. I was asleep like a light the moment my head struck the pillow.
I was wide awake now.
"Yes," I admitted.
His head lowered and he did something new, something he'd never done before unless it was in preparation for something else. And that was to delicately kiss the indentation in the centre of my collarbone at the base of my throat.
Then he slipped off of me, rolled me to my side, and curled his body into mine, tying one of my knees up with his so that his heavy, warm thigh rested on mine. His arm stayed tight around my belly, he leaned in and kissed the skin behind my ear then his head settled on the pillow.
Guess Yago Cabrera didn’t verbalize his goodnight, he acted it out.
Mm.
Holy sh*t, ML is spooning me, I thought as I lay there in the cozy curve of his body beneath his arm and felt his breath on my neck.
If Antonette understood this, she would run a mile in sheer excitement. Micah may suffer from a heart attack.
I had no idea what to do other than to let my body's message to my head, which was, "I really, really like this," sink in. My ex-husband Jonas never spooned. He never snuggled into me even though I spooned his back. even following sex. He had the slam, bam, thank you, ma'am style of behavior. After having an orgasm, he pulled away, rolled away, turned out the light, and went to sleep.
And he dozed off.
He avoided cuddling. He didn't use flattery. None of that was done by him. not even to get me ready for the next round. There was never a second round with Jonas. I would later learn that this was due to the fact that by the time he had sex with me, he had already had intercourse with another person that day and was too weary to do it again. or two different people. Given how big of a horn hound he was, he could even be three.
Falcone's weight shifted into me, his arm loosened, and his breathing became more regular, so I knew he was nodding out. me spooning to sleep.
What did I use this for? How did I cause this to end when I enjoyed it? and what he said while standing outside his car. And he took action because he didn't like the idea that my family or I would be attacked.
This was not a man who would abuse me and treat Enrico like an insect. You may conjure up a man like this in your daydreams.
And this is what occupied my thoughts up until they began to fade away as my body began to unwind into Falcone's, at which point I passed out.