Just Breathe Mi Amore

Ch. 10

     It's about one a.m. and I am dying of thirst. The past few hours I have just been watching the Ice Age marathon on TV. Now I'm in bed trying to convince myself to get up and get a drink. I just don't like walking through houses at night.
     Eventually, I get out of bed letting out an exaggerated sigh. I make sure to grab my phone to use as a flashlight. I creak open my door and tip toe to the stairs. I safely make it down and try to find the kitchen. Dante's office was to the left of the living room so maybe the kitchen is to the right. I go right and find a dark kitchen behind the living room wall.
     My hands pat the wall in search of a light switch. I find it and switch the light it. The light dangling over an island turns on and to the far side I see a long wooden table that can seat at least ten people. On the other side of the island is a stove, fridge, and more cabinets. Every part of this house is beautiful. I walk over to the cabinets and try to find a glass.
      "Here let me help you," a low voice says from behind me. A scream parts through my lips and my hand slaps over my mouth. It's just Dante. My hand moves over to my heart as I try to catch my breath.
     "You scared me," I stutter out. Dante walks over until he is towering over me. His close proximity isn't helping me catch my breath. He reaches above me and grabs me a glass.
      "Thanks," I mutter. I grab the glass and walk over to the fridge to fill it up with water. Dante leans against the counter beside the fridge.
      "What are you doing up?" Dante asks.
      "I just couldn't sleep and needed water," I shrug. I take a sip of water and close my eyes. This is refreshing. Water late at night just hits different.
     "I couldn't sleep either," Dante throws out there. I just nod and turn away from him. I set my glass on the island counter. I feel Dante's presence behind me. His breath fanning over my neck.
     "You look good in my shirt," Dante whispers in my ear. Goosebumps form along my skin. I suck in a sharp breath. Dante's hands find the sides of my hips and pulls me into him. I jump when I feel his bulge against me. Dante leans down and places soft kisses on my neck. I feel him smile against my neck. He places a kiss where he left a hickey.
     "The hickey also looks good on you," Dante mutters. He places another kiss over it. I can't help but let out a soft moan.
      "You make it so hard for me to control myself," Dante's husky voice sends shivers down my spine.
      "I never asked you too," I say so quietly I don't know if he heard me. I think he did because he spins me around and sets me on the counter. Realizing I only have underwear on under his shirt I close my legs. Dante's eyes darken with lust. He spreads my legs open and stands in between my legs, looking into my eyes.
     "I don't want to scare you," Dante says as he rests his forehead against mine. A soft smile spreads across my lips. My hand comes up and caresses his cheek.
      "I can handle myself," I say with a new found confidence. Dante's grip on my waist tightens.
      "Tell me when to stop," Dante says before he leans down and places a light kiss on my lips. He looks into my eyes waiting for me to stop him. When I don't, he fully presses his lips against mine. My head grows foggy and my stomach tightens. I melt into his his arms. His lips are so soft. My hands work there way up to his hair and slightly tug at it. This results in him releasing a small groan. I smile against his lips.
      Dante pulls away but immediately attaches his lips to my neck. My breathing is heavy as he trails hot kisses up and down my neck. My back arches as I try to leave no space between him and I. Dante wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into him. His others hand faintly brushes up and down my side. It eventually drags over my breast. Sparks ignite when it brushes over my nipple.
     "Stop," I breathe out, "I don't wanna go too fast." Dante rests his forehead against mine. I smile as he rubs his nose against mine.
      "I don't think a first kiss can get better than that,"
I sigh in content. Well, a consensual first kiss. I give his tender lips another peck before slightly pushing against his chest. He takes the hint and backs away. I hop off the counter and take a sip of my water.
      "Wait, that was your first kiss?" Dante acts surprised. I just nod my head.
      "Well I should get back to bed," I say awkwardly. How am I supposed to act after that just happened. Dante nods and gives me a gentle smile.
      "Do you wanna come with me?" I offer. Dante's eyes widen in surprise. Maybe his company can help me fall asleep.
      "I don't know Paisley," Dante trails off and scratches the back of his neck.
      "Please? I get scared in there by myself," I murmur. My cheeks turn red from my confession. It's seems to be enough to convince him because he nods his head yes. Dante and I leave the kitchen and head upstairs. We get into his room and he closes the door behind us.
      "I'll sleep on the floor," Dante states. Guilt consumes me. He has a king size bed. We can share, as long as he stays on his side it shouldn't be a problem.
     "No you're bed is big enough. No one should sleep on the floor," I reason and Dante gives me a surprised look, "Just no funny business Mr. Salvatore. Stay on your side of the bed."  I squint my eyes at him and giggle.
     "Yes ma'am," Dante gladly agrees before eagerly climbing into his bed. I feel even more guilty now about taking his bed last night. I climb into bed and lay a pillow between Dante and I. I curl up on my side, so my back is to him.
     "Do you want me to turn the TV off?" I ask him.
     "No it's fine. I like the noise," Dante's sleepy voice is so low. It's so attractive. I'm glad he likes the noise because so do I. Knowing Dante is right next to me, I close my eyes and try to get a good nights rest for once.