Page 102 of Through You
“Sweet?” He arches an eyebrow. “No. How about sexy?
Devilishly handsome?”
“Yes. Physically speaking, you are very attractive. But that’s not what made me”—fall in love with you.He waits for me to finish my sentence, so I do—“notice you.”
“So you’re telling me that it was my sweet disposition?”
“Yes.”
“You are aware that everyone else in the world says I’m a bastard, that I’m detached, that my aura is icy and cold.”
“I am not everyone else in the world.”
He uses the palm of my hand to lightly rub his face. “Would you like to be a part of my world?”
“I think you’re still high on postorgasmic endorphins.”
He rolls and lies on his back, gesturing for me to lie on his chest. And I do, hugging him and placing my arm on his abdomen.
He drops a kiss on my forehead. “What are the chances that . . . ?”
“We are not going to do that again.”
“It can’t hurt to try.”
After we spend a moment in silence, I get up and climb on top of him. I kiss him passionately, and when I pull away I notice he’s watching me with an amused look on his face.
“I thought you said we weren’t—”
“I lied.”
And I kiss him again, letting all the emotions stirred up by our first encounter flow freely. I’m terrified by everything I’m feeling. Sex has never meant that much to me, and now I know why. In spite of the fact that so much time has passed, I have confirmation that subconsciously I’ve been saving my heart for him and only him. Sex didn’t mean much to me until it happened with him. Artemis Hidalgo, my beloved iceberg.
Twenty-eight
I thought you had already melted me.
ARTEMIS
I didn’t want to wake you up. You were sleeping so soundly. Sorry Ihad to leave like this, but I have to go help my mother get her daystarted. I’ll see you later, iceberg.
—Clau.
I smile at the note left on the nightstand and stretch as I get up, still fully naked. My gaze falls back on the bed and its dis-array. The memory of Claudia gripping the sheets while I was fucking her raises the temperature of my body. How I love that woman! She drives me crazy. Sleeping with her has far exceeded my expectations.
I’ve never experienced such intense feelings while having sex. The emotions, the looks, the warmth in my heart when I kissed her . . . everything made it the best sex I’ve had in my life.
I shower, then get ready for work. I put on a suit and notice a red mark on the lower side of my neck when I fix my tie. I get closer to the mirror and tug the collar of my shirt open to inspect the spot. It hurts a little when I touch it. I try to recall the moment when this could have happened. Claudia on top of me. She’s moaning, moving up and down. She leans forward to kiss me on the mouth first, then moves to my neck where she sucks hard while she amps the speed of her movements. I let out a groan in pain because she was sucking too hard, then she pulled away to look at me.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Never apologize for moving like that, ever.”
It was worth it. I head downstairs, ready to leave for work.
I’m in a good mood and have a big smile plastered on my face simply because. When was the last time I woke up feeling this great? I can’t recall. I enter the kitchen, and try to hide my smile when I spot Claudia preparing my morning coffee. I move closer and hug her from behind, which makes her jump as I catch her by surprise.
“Hey,” she complains, turning in my arms.
