The Wounded Love novel Chapter 63

And those lips. "I wanna kiss you." I didn't realize I actually said that out loud, not until I heard his deep masculine laugh.

"Why are you telling me that?" His accent didn't help with my desire to throw him down on that couch.

"Do it." He said like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

So I did. I walked over to him and I kissed him. He kissed me back, hard. Dante pushed me onto the sofa. Our mouths stayed connected the entire time.

This is what I needed. I needed this so badly. It brought me back in time when everything was so much easier. Earlier our conversation was awkward. This wasn't awkward. We both knew exactly what to do. It was so familiar. I needed that.

Eventually he moved his mouth down to kiss my jaw then my neck. He didn't kiss me soft. It was rough and desperate. That made me smile.

"Wait." He pulled his mouth away. All I could focus on were his hands under my shirt, playing with the hem of my pants. "Aren't you on your... period?" He asked.

"What? No!" I had just gotten over it a week ago.

"Then why did you have me bring you a box of tampons?"

"I was just trying to be a pain in the ass." I replied honestly. He paused for another second. That second felt like an hour. "Do you need me to prove it to you, because I will."

"No. I believe you." He said before finding my mouth again.

I broke away this time. "Condom?" I breathe. I mean he was already in between my legs. We were halfway there.

"No." He said, shattering both of our worlds. "I don't have one." No condom equals no sex. "Do you?" He asked hopeful.

"No." I answered, disappointed. But then I realized that I did. "My purse! Where did you put my purse?"

He quickly got up and directed me to the closet in the bedroom that held my purse and shopping bags. I pulled it out and began the search.

"You just carry them around?" He asked sitting on the bed, waiting impatiently.

"From when we were dating." I explained, pulling them out.

"There's four." Dante said. "We are going to have to be conservative."

I nodded agreeing one hundred percent. "Now is a good time though, right?"

Dante shrugged his shoulders. "Well now I know."

That's how we fell asleep. I was tucked under the blankets, pressed to his side. I had no clothes on and it began to get cold, so he pulled me to him.

I fell asleep almost instantly. His smell, his breaths, his arms. They made me feel like I was at home. I'd close my eyes and forget about where I was, who he was, and what was going on.

He was Dante. Dante Di Stefano, whose father was a Mafia boss. He didn't choose this, and he repeatedly told me he didn't want it. But how could we go back to the way things were? We couldn't.

Would danger follow me everywhere I went if I stayed with him? Would this be my life? Hiding from the people who wanted to kill us. Would my child end up like Sean? Completely innocent, but still taken, and tortured for information that he didn't have.

I couldn't do that. I loved Dante, but if the answer to those questions were yes then I had to go. I would have to try to find a normal life.

I woke up the next morning squished under Dante. I don't know why he felt the need to use me as a pillow instead of an actual pillow, but he did.

I laid there silently, trying to figure out whether I could walk or not by moving my legs around. After a few minutes I decided that I could.

"What are you doing?" Dante asked while my legs were still up in the air.