Page 36 of The Sting of Love
I stand too, and he slips his arm around my waist, positioning me to dance with him.
“We’re dancing?” I ask.
“We’re dancing. I never got to dance with you at the club.”
“There’s no music out here.”
“We don’t need it. Just sway with me and feel me…” His voice is a gentle rasp.
He rests his chin on top of my head, and I do feel him. I lay my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as we sway in a dance that moves us with the emotion that courses between us… the passion. Us. Whatever we are, there’s a definite bond of energy made of chemistry and raw attraction that has us under its spell.
I’ve never met a guy like this before, and I do really like him.
My heart opens as warmth fills it. I never expected to open my heart again to anybody. This guy here has worked some kind of magic on me because he makes me want to try again.
I want him. As crazy as it may be, I want the guy who looks at me like I’m everything.
How can I be blamed for wanting that?
Chapter Ten
Donny
It’s Monday morning. Early.
The sun has just risen and I’ve enjoyed watching the radiant rays cast their glow over the beautiful raven-haired woman in my bed. Willow looks like a princess pulled from a fairytale. Perfectly beautiful and gentle. Pure.
I’ve been sitting by the window bay smoking a cigar in my boxers, contemplating life as I watched night turn to day.
I’ve had this beauty in my house for the last few days, and every day she’s been here, it’s felt more and more like she should be part of my life.
One week. It’s been one week and a day since I’ve known her. It’s too fast, too soon, and the wrong time. I can’t think about anything when I’m with her and that isn’t going to help me in my pursuit to take charge of the business here. Distractions like her will get me in the shit, or worse, get me killed.
I need to get my act together because there’s still no sighting of Mario. I’ve had my best men on the street looking for him, scouring the place to find his ass and they haven’t found shit. It’s like he’s just disappeared, or he’s been well hidden. Thoughts like that remind me of Pa’s warning about spies.
There’s only so much a man can do to hide himself in the circles we travel in. My fears are that whoever he’s working with has his ass covered up so well we won’t find him until they’re ready to make their presence known. I just keep hoping Gibbs can work his usual magic.
Regardless of the lack of information I have, today things have to change. I have to go out on to the streets and act like the leader I’m supposed to be. Basically, no matter what temptation comes to claim me today, I can’t fuck around anymore playing house with my doll.
My doll?Yeah, I want her to be. I’m just not sure if I can keep her yet. I’m not sure it’s a thought I should be entertaining.
I look over her perfect body as she stirs and rolls on to her side. The sheet slips down to her waist and exposes her beautiful breasts, the sight hardens my cock, again.
I know what she wants. She wants the guy who will keep her safe and love her. She wants the good guy who will be reliable and won’t bring shit home for her to worry about. That means she shouldn’t be with a dangerous man like me.
That fucker,William, who hurt her is lucky I’m all the way over here. I checked him out, and when I saw he was a lawyer, I thought it would fit that she’d be with someone like that. A guy who’s on the right side of the law.
My phone buzzes next to me with a message, a sign of how this day’s going to go. I reach for it before it can buzz again and wake her.
It’s Gibbs. I open the message and relief washes over me when I read it :
Found where Mario is staying. He’s just gone to sleep.
I’m getting the men together.
Thank fuck. Quickly I text back:
Good job. Send me an address, I’ll meet you there.
