The seconds drag as I wonder what woke me. Then a pair of strong arms lock around me and pull me against a warm, solid body, and I realize Christiano is here.
My tongue feels thick as I mumble, “You’re back.”
“I had a rough night and just need to be close to you. Go back to sleep, princess.”
With sluggish movements, I manage to place my hand behind his head as he presses his face into the crook of my neck.
I try to cling to consciousness, but the medication drags me back to sleep.
When I wake up again, my eyes pop open. Christiano’s weight pushes me into the mattress, and his arms grip me so tightly, it borders on uncomfortable.
It wasn’t a dream. He’s really here.
Carefully, I begin to extract myself from beneath his body, and luckily, he’s so deeply asleep, I don’t wake him.
When I move to the side of the bed and get up, I glance at him. Seeing he’s completely naked, my jaw drops, and I blink a couple of times.
Mother of God.
My abdomen tightens with need as my eyes drift over his legs, his firm ass, trimmed waist, and broad back.
The man is a work of art.
I take in all the tattoos covering his skin. When my gaze locks on the scar on his shoulderblade, it douses my desire instantly.
Reaching for the covers that are all bundled on my side of the bed, I carefully place them over Christiano.
I tiptoe out of the bedroom and softly shut the door behind me before going to the bathroom.
I quickly relieve my bladder before going through my morning routine. Looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes Christiano left on the counter, I decide to wash them for him.
I pick up the pile, and walking to the small section beside the kitchen, I check the pockets of his pants before placing the clothes in the washing machine.
Opening the cupboard where I keep all my cleaning materials, I grab a pod and toss it into the machine before programming it to wash.
Last night I moved all my medication to this cupboard. I quickly glance down the hallway, and seeing the bedroom door is still shut, I hurry to take my morning dose.
Feeling better, knowing Christiano won’t find my boxes of pills, I prepare coffee.
I always make some for Billie and Lucio, and when I open the front door, I see a black duffel bag.
Noticing what I’m looking at, Lucio informs me, “It’s for Mr. Falco.” He gives me a grateful smile as I hand him the mugs.
Picking up the bag, I take it inside and set it down on the couch. I walk back to the kitchen, and just as I take a sip of my coffee, I hear the bedroom door open.
My eyes dart down the hallway, and seeing Christiano in all his naked glory with a hard-on that rivals The Leaning Tower of Pisa, I almost choke.
Sure, I’ve had sex with him, but today is the first time I’m getting to see him completely naked.
“You okay?” he asks, a smirk curving his mouth.
It doesn’t help that he looks stupid hot with his hair ruffled from sleep.
I point in the direction of the living room. “There’ s a bag on the couch. I really hope it contains clothes.”
“Hmm…” the sound rumbles from his chest as he enters the kitchen. Seemingly not giving a shit about being nude, he pours himself some coffee, then leans back against the counter. As he takes a sip, his eyes remain locked on me, and it makes my body heat up at the speed of light.
God, this man is dangerous in every aspect of his life.
