An Echo in the Mafia (Echo Reid, Reid Family Book #1)

Part 41

Luke sat up in the bed, startled... shaking. 

It had been so long since he'd dreamed about it, years even. He reached out to the night stand, grabbing the water bottle he habitually kept and taking a long swig. It was warm... he was sweating. He took a deep breath, noting as he put the bottle back down that his hand was trembling. He needed to calm down. 

Then it hit him and his eyes slowly moved to the woman laying beside him. He stared, unaware that a smile was slowly creeping up on his face. She was here, snoring softly as she lay still, the gentle rise in her breast telling of someone in a deep, harmonious sleep. 

God, she was beautiful. He knew it, he knew that she was perfect and last night he'd gotten to know every last inch of her, proving himself right.  He settled down again in the sheets, turning to his side and leaning on his arm to watch her more comfortably. Her hair was loose and tangled around her face, blocking his view of her eyes, which was fine because now he'd noticed that she slept with one slightly open. If he didn't think she was so cute, he might think it was creepy. Her lips were only gently parted, a soft, soft snore occasionally coming from them. 

She moved slightly, jutting her chin up away from her long neck. He followed the lines of her chin down her throat, to her shoulders and then lower to the two perfectly plump and beautiful breasts that were gloriously staring right back at them. One the right one, half an inch off the tip, was a dark and perfectly round freckle that stood out against her pretty skin.  He'd been thrilled the night before when he'd discovered it and he'd promised he'd pay special attention to it another time. 

The more and more he'd gotten to know all the secret corners of her body, the more and more that he became obsessed. He couldn't decide which part of her perfect curves he wanted to devote more time too. Now, as she once again moved sleepily, he found himself reaching out for her, his hand settling over one of her breasts and her eyes gently fluttering behind the mass of hair.  

He leaned in then, gently kissing her lips as he pushed the hair out of her face. 

Echo gasped when she realized where she was but she didn't have time to react, only to respond. She could only respond to the way Luke was kissing her now, conscious of his weight over her and curving her legs around him to demand more. She didn't realize it could be so easy to give into passion, didn't realize she could be so overwhelmed by desire. 

The night before she couldn't help but tremble, but now... now she just let it consume her. 

"You're very quiet." Luke said as they walked back into his house. Echo hadn't said a thing the entire drive. 

"I was just thinking." Echo said, walking into the main sitting room.

"About?" He asked, tucking his hands into his pockets as he watched her. She looked nervous. No, she looked concerned. 

"Everything." She said suddenly, placing a hand over her chest as if she was trying to get her heart to slow down. 

"I really didn't mean for you to worry. Echo, I'm sorry I just wanted you to have a good time." He said, wondering if maybe the night had just been too much for her. Echo turned to him. 

"Oh no. Luke, I had a lovely time." She said, still seeming confused.

"So then, why do you look upset?" He asked, walking over to her and grabbing her hand. 

"I'm not." She said, with a sigh. "I was just thinking about how different that was. Such a small, warm, intimate party. My family always has these big events, even when it's just family... there's always so many people. It's overwhelming."