Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Thirty Five

Sipping your champagne, you admire your wedding ring, smiling to yourself at the meaning of it. You're married, and this time it's not going to end in divorce, it'll end when you close your eyes and take your last breath; as dark as that sounds. Downing the last of your drink, you carefully place it down and reach for another, only to have someone intercept.

"You better have a good reason for cutting me off." You scowl at David.

"I wouldn't mind dancing with my wife before she plans on getting wasted."

You smile sheepishly, taking his hand and letting him guide you to the dance floor. "Should have just said so."

David shakes his head at you, stopping in the middle of the floor and pulling you to him. You beam, your hands travelling to his shoulder and interlocking with his. David's free hand rests on your lower back, securing you to him. You follow his lead across the floor, your eyes never leaving his.

"How many drinks have you had?" You ask, realising you haven't seen him with a glass in hand.

"I had a glass earlier." He answers, spinning you out before pulling you flush to him. "Try not to drink too much tonight."

You raise your brows in surprise. "Why not?"

"I need you sober and fully aware of your decisions." He murmurs, his hand sliding up your back to dip you.

"What are you planning?"

"You'll see." His eyes sparkle mischievously.

You narrow your eyes at him, your heart rate increasing drastically and the bundle of nerves and excitement returning. The song ends and a slower one begins, your hands sliding up his shoulders and fiddling with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

David wraps his arms around your waist, gazing down at you with nothing but adoration. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." You murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his. Immediately he responds, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. You thread your hands through his hair, forgetting the rest of the world as you lose yourself in the taste of him, tugging lightly at the roots.

David groans against your lips, as though he fails to remember the eyes of your invited guests, or just opting to not care. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth as you deny him access. His chest reverberates with a low growl, his hands gliding to your ass and squeezing. You gasp, your lips parting and your mouth invaded. You didn't think he'd be so bold, but then again, it is David Rossi.

Your lungs begin to ache, your breath moulding with his and your entire front pressed against his. You let out an airy moan, your body swaying to the rhythm of the song. Reluctantly, David pulls back, his forehead leaning on yours. You bite your lip, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.

"You hungry?" David asks softly.

"Yeah, and I think Penelope wants to start speeches soon." You step back, uncurling your arms and heading toward your table with David's hand pressed to your lower back. He guides you to your seat, offering to get you a plate and something to drink. You glance over at Emily, "What?"

"Every time I see you two kiss, it's always with your tongue down each other's throat." She muses.

You feign offence, leaning back slightly. "Excuse you, miss hypocrite. I at least don't grope David in public." You hint at the time you brought David lunch and walked into the conference room, startling Emily who was half on top of JJ.

Emily licks the corner of her mouth, her cheeks tinting red as she knows you're right. Moments later, David sets a plate down in front of you, situating himself beside you with an arm casually draped over the back of your chair.