I don’t know if it’s everything that’s happened making me feel this way but I just know that this man is something I never thought existed in real life. I feel safe with him despite how crazy that sounds and I won’t lie, I felt an ache in my chest when he was away tonight. I’m think definitely going insane.
“Thank you for coming over, I know you were busy with whatever business you had and the club being open and everything so I’m sorry for taking you away from all that.” I ramble at him as I bring my hands up to touch his chest through his shirt under her suit jacket.
I run my hands up to his shoulders while keeping eye contact with him and begin to push his suit jacket down his arms. He removes his hands from my face to let his jacket fall tothe floor and a second later I’m being picked up and he carries me up the stairs.
I can feel him growing hard against me where our bodies meet and my breathing begins to pick up pace.
“Don’t ever apologise for needing me or wanting me. When you call, whether it’s day or night, I’ll be here, there, wherever the fuck you are.” He says and a second later we collide in a kiss that’s so messy I almost feel like I’m dreaming.
His tongue tangles with mine and I’m pushed up against the wall and pinned there by his body as my sleep shorts ride up higher and higher and he runs his hands up my thighs.
My hands find their way to his hair, one stroking the prickling short hair at the back, the other on the top of his head gliding through the longer strands. I push my hips towards him, grinding against the full hardness in his trousers and he moans into my mouth.
His fingers dig into my thighs so hard I know I’ll wake up tomorrow with his fingerprints on my skin. We are completely tangled together as he starts to make his way towards the kitchen and living room, our kiss still heated and messy.
“Willow I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for, just tell me no and I’ll stop.” He says through our kiss and I just pull him towards me again, shutting him up by grinding against him further and putting my lips to his.
“I want this. I want you, against better judgement of how you first made me feel. I want you.” I say as I finally break away from him to give him the go ahead I know he was looking for.
He sets me on the kitchen counter and grabs my pony tail, pulling it back to make me look at him.
Jesus, he’s otherworldly. His lips red and swollen from our kiss, his hair a mess from my hands and panting like he’s holding himself back from pouncing on me.
“Bedroom?” He asks before he lowers his head and licks from my collarbone to my jaw where he bites roughly, but not enough to actually hurt me. I can’t stop the noise that escapes me and it only spurs him on to get another one just like it out of me.
His hand slides up my leg from ankle to thigh, sending goosebumps all over my body. He reaches the top of my thigh and his fingers toy with the side of my underwear through the leg of my sleep shorts, teasing, pulling my underwear to the side for the material to graze against me in the most amazing way.
“Second door on the left down the hall.” I moan out to him. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder so fast that I squeal and laugh as he begins carrying me from the kitchen to my bedroom.
When we reach my bedroom door he opens it and strides in before laying me down on my bed. He stands over me looking like the God he is and who I first thought he was when I saw him out the front of our apartment that day.
Who knew we would end up here? Definitely not me.
I’m pulled from that thought as I watch him undo his belt. He does it slowly all while staring at me before he drops it to the floor and starts to undo his shirt buttons. My eyes must physically bulge out of my head at the sight of his body because he smirks down at me as he removes his shirt to reveal muscles that I knew were there, but never imagined looking like this.
Shit I am done for. There’s no going back to normal men after Dragna. If this ends, I’ll grow old as a crazy cat lady.
What surprises me most though is the tattoos. His chest and stomach are covered. I assumed because from what I seen of his arms that he didn’t have any, but he does, and they are just as dangerous and as beautiful looking as him. I sit up to run my hands over his skin and he hisses and tips his head back at my touch.
“Willow!? Willow where are you??” I close my eyes and immediately feel all the heat in my body for Dragna fade at the sound of Alina’s voice shouting through the apartment. Not a second later she bursts through my bedroom door, finding a half naked Dragna standing over me while my hands are still on his stomach, fingers now hooked into his unbelted suit trousers.
Well this is great.
I jump back from him and he bends down to get his suit shirt from the floor, putting it on and buttoning it up again before putting his belt back on too. Alina just looks between us both before crossing her arms and walking into my room to sit on my bed beside me.
“I thought you were in trouble when all the lights were on but you weren’t in the living room.” She says completely ignoring the fact she’s just walked in on Dragna and I.
“I’m fine Ali, you don’t have to worry.” I say looking back at her.
“Where’s Lev?” I ask when I notice he hasn’t come striding in behind her like the partners in crime they are.
“We broke up.” She says bluntly, looking away from me and down at her feet.
“WHAT!” I shout and I grab her by her shoulders to turn her towards me.
“What happened!” I shout again before turning to Dragna.
“Did you know about this?”
