Page 51 of Body of Trust

My mouth lowers to kiss the spot above his heart before I rise to my feet and slowly unzip my dress, letting it pool to the floor.

I’m standing here in my bra and underwear, exposed to him in offering. He doesn’t hesitate as he stands and takes me in his arms and kisses me senseless.

“I need you to know if I could keep you, I would,” he speaks into our kiss.

“I know you would. And I’d forsake my family to have you as mine.”

He stops and looks at me as if I’d just saved his life. “You really mean that?”

“On my life,” I swear and watch as the intense suit of armor he wears fades, leaving a man totally vulnerable in its place.

I undo my bra and toss it onto the couch, and then I shimmy out of my panties while he undoes his belt and removes his pants and boxers. A condom is slid on, and he resumes his place on the couch with me climbing on top of him.

His mouth is on my breast, sucking on a pert nipple, licking and nipping, while he rubs his hand over the neglected one. I gyrate my hips over his sleeved cock and am drenched from the friction.

I move swiftly and slide him deep inside me. He curses sweetly against my mouth, and we grip on to each other, my hand clenching on to the back of his hair, his holding my head, firm yet gentle. With an arm around the other, we move slowly yet with so much purpose that our orgasms build.

Mouths are tangled in kisses of passion as we breathe each other’s air, inhaling our needs and wants. He’s a force of nature, his lips moving swiftly, taking me under his spell. I know I’ll be broken when it’s over, but goddamn, I can’t help but pull him closer.

“You’re like a dream,” he breathes as he lifts his hips to bury himself so far deep inside me that I’ll never be able to remove him from my heart.

“Let’s not wake up,” I promise as I explode around him.

“Never,” he utters as he comes inside me.

We don’t let go of each other for hours. We tell stories of our pasts and share some of our fears. It’s the most intimate I’ve ever been in my entire life. And I’m happy in this bed. Truly content.

It’s just Jesse and me, against the world.

Chapter Thirteen

I rise the same as yesterday—to an empty bed and the smell of coffee in the air. As I pass the dresser, I see Jesse’s things, including his wallet and the envelope Uncle Enzo handed him yesterday. I want to look inside yet decide against it. I take it and walk down into the kitchen.

“Do you ever sleep?” I ask when I see him in the kitchen, dressed and drinking a cup of coffee.

“Do you ever put clothes on in the morning?” He grins at the sight of me wrapped in a sheet and nothing more for the second day in a row. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Good.” I hold up the envelope. “You gonna tell me what’s inside?”

“That depends. Did you peek?”

I lower my chin. “If I did, would I be asking?”

With a tilt of his head, he raises a finger, letting me know I made a good point. “Twenty thousand dollars.”

“Twenty. Thousand. Dollars?”

“Think it should have been more?” The way his mouth tilts up on one side lets me know he’s joking.

I stare at the thick envelope and hand it to him. “What are you going to do with it?”

“I have to report that I received it, but since it was given to me while undercover, I’m gonna use it for rent.”

“Makes sense.” With a shimmy of my shoulders, I think it over. “I should yell at my uncle. Saving my life is worth so much more than twenty grand.”

“Fucking priceless.” Jesse leaps forward and tackles me, swinging me around in his arms so my back is against his front while he kisses my neck.

I giggle and laugh at the assault. As his mouth comes to close over mine, I push him away. “No. I have to brush my teeth!”