Even though my brain was on, my eyes were slow to open. I blinked at him. He was leaning on his hand, his perfect bicep bunched like a hard knot, watching me.
“Were you watching me sleep?” My voice was rough, almost shredded. We had been having some wild times.
He grinned and I pushed at his bare chest. He kept my hand there, sucking on my pointer finger.
“That’s so creepy, Capo. It’s like you’re stalking me in my sleep.”
“Your dreams.” He chuckled, the sound coming out raspy and low.
“And what do you mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I make bubbles?”
“Like this.” He pushed his lips out using air, making a soft popping noise when his lips parted, and then he relaxed them, and then did it again. It was like he had no control of his lips, and a light push of air kept making ‘bubbles.’
My laugher rose to the ceiling. “I must be drowning in my sleep. Or maybe I’m part fish.”
“You sleep hard lately.”
“WhenI sleep.” I smiled.
He leaned in and kissed me softly. I made an mmm noise and he cupped my boob, like he was weighing it in his hand. I couldn’t remember the last time I wore clothes.
“Tell me something about yourself, Capo.” My voice came out soft, as soft as the kiss had been.
I had come to learn that other than the occasional kiss, there was nothing soft about Capo Macchiavello. The first time we did it was as gentle as he got. And I liked it. I liked when he almost tore me in two. I liked when the orgasms he gave me were so intense that dizziness followed. I was lightheaded day and night.
“You know everything worth knowing.”
“Not the heart.”
“In time.”
I nodded and gently touched the scar on this throat. I never left my hand there long, but sometimes I ached to find out the story behind it. How it had happened. I never asked, but even if I had, he didn’t seem ready to share. Sometimes when I touched or kissed him there, his muscles contracted.
“You put a lot on the table, but I want something that’s not part of the deal, Capo.”
“Something given without terms.”
“Yeah.”
“Boundaries are there for a reason, Mariposa.”
“You didn’t say that we couldn’t shareanything. You only said that in time you’d give me the heart and all its veins. Just like I said in time I’d give you my body. I did.”
He sighed. “Twenty fucking questions.”
“Ooh! I’ll go first.”
“I didn’t agree, Mariposa.”
“You didn’t say no, either. And youkindasaid yes. You said—”
He put his hand over my mouth and I tried to bite him, but he didn’t have enough fat on his palm. “I know what I said.”
“Ten questions.” My voice was muffled.
He released my mouth. “Two.”
“Two? That’s one each. That’s measly. That’s nothing. That’s beingtight. You’re so free with money, why not with all your words?”
