Chapter 6
Reconciliation
I wake up to see the sun is still in hiding, so I know it’s either really late or really early. I’m still wearing the dreadful dress, and Hale is still not in the bed with me. The dim light of the living room allows me to see him as he grips his head and stares at a board that has descended from the ceiling.
I stand up and drop my dress to the floor before walking to his closet which is out of view from the living room. I pull out one of his shirts, and I close it with my hands rather than buttoning it up. I’ve spent too long worrying about rejection, and now I’m just ready to take my chances.
I slowly walk into the room, and he barely stirs when he hears my footsteps.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks softly while sighing in frustration.
“I think I got used to you being in bed with me. I suppose I didn’t scream for you tonight,” I say with flirting intentions.
“No screams tonight,” he mumbles, and it’s rather obvious he didn’t notice or didn’t care about my flirting.
“Oh. You want some coffee or something?” I ask softly while walking toward the kitchen.
His eyes stay glued to the screen, refusing to even offer me a glance.
“Coffee sounds great,” he exasperates.
I turn on the brewing beast, and then I slowly strut to the couch to join him. He still refuses to look at me, and the only thing holding this shirt together is my hands.
“Have you figured anything out?” I say while my nerves collect themselves.
“Nothing of any real value. These attacks look sporadic, random, and completely unorganized. Your suspect made it sound as if there was a method to the madness.” he grouses, and then he tosses his ink pen and paper to the table as if in disgust.
“Thanks for being there when I needed you,” I murmur ambitiously.
“He couldn’t have broken through your invincibility. I just didn’t want to take any chances,” he murmurs while burying his head in his hands.
“Thanks for that too, but that’s not what I was referring to,” I murmur softly, and then I very slowly stand to lower my body on top of his.
My legs straddle his waist, and my hands feel his smooth, pristine upper body as my lips fold over his. His hands slide up my back, and he moans lightly before jerking me back.
Fuck! I knew he was over me. What the hell was I thinking?
His eyes search mine, and I almost laugh when I realize what’s going on. I pull my hands over his, and then I kiss one before easing his worry.
“It’s me. Just me,” I murmur softly.
His eyes show immense relief as he exhales, “Oh thank fuck.”
His lips consume mine instantly, and he pulls me tighter against his body as I let the shirt go. His hands reach inside the shirt to wrap around my bare body, and I feel his passion oozing into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “This was premeditated,” he says while pulling back to view my ensemble. “I hope this means you’re tired of being friends.”
His lips attack mine with more of a savage need.
“I thought you liked being friends,” I mutter as I pull back with a wry smile.
“I fucking hate it. It’s torture,” he grumbles, and I smile bigger before returning to the kiss.
My bareness leaves me ready for everything, and he picks me up to carry me back to the bedroom. He hovers over me after he lays me on the bed, and his expert lips caress my neck before rolling down to my chest. His teeth lightly graze my stomach on his downward journey, and I gasp when he reaches the destination he seeks. His tongue swirls over my most sensitive spot, and then he attacks with more of a vigorous need. It feels so incredible it almost makes me sick.
I begin squirming when the sensations become almost overwhelmingly surreal. I grip the headboard behind me as moans erupt. He grabs my hips to force me to stay still until I reach my climax far too soon and scream out.
He lightly kisses the insides of my legs before trailing back up, and then I feel his bare firmness pressing against the quivering piece of my body when his mouth returns to mine.
