One month later...
NAKED, SHE SLIPS OUT of bed in the dark and strides towards the glass wall. Looking out in silence at the New York skyline, the reflection of her beautiful, perfectly shaped body is framed by a million specks of light coming from the surrounding office towers.
The image is breath-taking.
From among the clothes scattered on the floor, I pick up her black scarf and follow, circle her from behind and hold her tight against my chest, a familiar floral scent clinging to my nostrils, carrying me away.
'I love you,' I whisper against her face, one hand gliding along the curve of her waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Heated eyes land on the reflected figures as black silk traces a line down her neck, over the collarbone. A caress over the soft swell of her breasts and she leans her head back, gasping at the sensations, breathing out my name in a fading murmur.
It makes me feel feverish.
I cover her eyes with the smooth fabric and tie it gently, taking only a moment to stare at us, at her body gathered into my arms, my skin pressed against her skin. At her chest, rising and falling in an uneven cadence. At the parted lips, demanding to be captured.
She moves to turn, but I hold her in place. "Don't!"
Her breathing deepens in anticipation as my hand slides down her neck and serpentines around her full breasts, down her stomach, her inner thighs. Which I spread gently, cautious fingers delving into moist flesh, each steady movement making her body squirm against me.
"Brian? If you only knew how much..." Her voice trails off into a murmur.
"What?" I search for an answer on the mirrored surface.
She's biting her lower lip, the arm looped around my neck pulling me closer, her whole body falling apart with pleasure.
"How much...?" I intensify the rhythm of my touch.
"I missed you. I missed you so much." She arches her back and another whimper escapes her lips, sending a violent shiver through my body. I feel maddened, unable to contain the wave of craving rising inside me.
Turning her, I pin her against the cold wall and kiss her. A dark, possessive kiss. Relentless fury combined with unyielding passion.
I take only a second to come up for air, both of us breathing heavily, before my mouth plunges into hers again, for another hungry kiss, our tongues intertwining in frenetic, desperate motion.
"Tell me that you're mine," I breathe into her mouth, the tone raw and commanding, before my teeth nip her lower lip not so gently.
She smothers a cry, pleasure and pain mixing as one.
Another swift movement and I have her facing the city again, hands splayed against the glass, the flicker of the city lights pouring into the darkness inside and reflecting on her skin.
"Tell me!"
"I am. Yours only." Her breath comes in fevered gasps, every stroke of my hand fondling her breasts and running down her back making her quiver.
"Say you love me too," I breathe out against her temple, my arms enveloping her, drawing her even closer against me.
"I do. Always have," she says softly...
YOU ARE READING
Where the Stars Fall
RomanceHow far would you go to protect the ones you love? A successful architect with a promising career in London, Brian's world spins out of control when the man he always saw as a second father betrays him in the most unexpected way. Left without closur...
