Chapter 46 I'd Rather Not Use Words At All
Author’s Note: Wow! I’m so sorry the update took so long. Again, things have been crazy and stressful lately but I wanted to thank you all for the well-wishes. You guys are so kind, and your comments on here and Dreame honestly keep me going. Your patience is so much appreciated. I love you all dearly. Enjoy the chapter!
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I’m not completely sure what wakes me up, but as I regain consciousness, I stretch and slowly open my eyes. Blinking away the last dregs of sleep, I glance around the room, momentarily forgetting I am in the safe-house at all, until I clock the bland walls, the dull furniture, the creaky bed as I shift slightly.
Looking to my side, I see nothing but wrinkled bed sheets. I’m not sure why the empty space surprises me, like I think he will stay after last night.
The thought disappears as the events start running through my mind. A slight soreness in my muscles as I sit up, in my neck as I look around, and I run my fingers over my skin, making the bruises left from his mouth sting. I smile at the remnants of memory.
Just as I am about to throw the covers off me to step out of bed, the door opens, making me squeal and pull the sheets up over myself.
“I think it’s a bit late for that, doll.” David smirks as he eyes my movement, closing the door behind him by kicking it with his feet.
It is then that I notice his lack of clothing, his body bare except for the sweatpants hanging low on his hips. After that, I notice the two cups of coffee in his hands, that he is setting down on the bedside table beside me.
Before I can respond to anything, he has put his hands either side of my face, and pulled my mouth to his, claiming me in a kiss that is entirely too overwhelming.
But definitely not unwelcome.
He towers over me, kissing me again and again as his hands leave my face, wrapping around my waist instead and pulling me tight against him.
“Morning to you too.” I hum into his mouth once I’ve caught my breath.
Eventually, he pulls back, his hands still in the same place on my waist, his eyes now running over my face, a small smile on his lips.
“How did you sleep?” He asks, reaching behind him to pick up one of the mugs, and pass it to me.
I take a sip as he keeps his other hand on my waist, picking up the other mug to drink his own coffee, while he keeps his eyes on me.
“Yeah, fine.” I reply, nodding and looking down into the dark liquid swirling in my cup. “You weren’t here when I woke up.”
“I was downstairs.” He says, his voice even.
“I know. But until you came back, I thought…”
The clink of his mug being set down on the table beside him makes my head turn quickly towards the sound. Then his hands are running over my hips, up the side of my body, round to my back, as he leans down slightly.
“You thought I would leave? After last night?” He whispers, one hand reaching the back of my neck, holding me in place as his face gets closer to mine.
“Maybe.”
“Really?”
“You might have gotten… I dunno... scared. Nervous. Might have been too much for you.” I tease.
“I’d be careful with your words, Nora.” He warns, but I just smile in response, leaning down to ghost his lips with mine. His fingers tighten as he holds me, wanting to pull me down to him, but he knows my game.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. You ought to be very careful how you speak to me.” He whispers.
“I think…” I say softly. “I’d rather not use words at all.”
With that, he crashes his lips to mine, and I return the kiss instantly.
He’s expertly slipped the mug out of my hands, a clink in the air telling me he’s put it on the table next to his own. Then he is pushing me back, laying me back down onto the bed, every single one of his movements careful, purposeful.
There is a different energy surrounding this kiss than the last, different to last night. It isn’t rushed, but it isn’t soft. Unyielding, responsive, making me want more, while also just wanting to succumb to the moment.
He starts moving down my neck, with slow punctuating kisses, while I bite my bottom lip, allowing him to explore with his tongue, with his hands.
“We might be able to go back home today, doll.” He murmurs.
“Yeah? That’s go-od!” I gasp as his teeth nip at my skin, his tongue licking over the spot to soothe it afterwards.
“Just waiting on Harlan’s all clear,” He says, bringing his face back up to mine. “And we can get in the car.”
“In that case,” I say, putting my hands on his shoulders, and rolling us both over so that I am now on top, straddling his waist. “I best get ready. Have a shower and all that.”
“I agree.”
“Maybe you could join me?” I ask with a smile, which he reciprocates.
He moves one hand to my jaw, pulling me down for a brief kiss.
“As much as I would love to,” He replies as I pull away. “I have lots to do before we go.”
“I thought you weren’t going to let me out of your sight.” I pout, making him chuckle.
“And I fully intend to keep that promise. Once we are home. But right now, I have to make sure we get there in one piece, ok?" He responds, giving me another quick kiss, before sitting up and standing from the bed, still carrying me in his arms.
He lets me down onto my feet, me still pouting at him as he places one last kiss to my forehead, and he walks around me, grabbing his coffee and heading back towards the door.
Huffing to myself, I sit back down on the bed, finishing my coffee, before heading to the bathroom. I shower, and get dressed into some clean clothes with a mixture of emotions resonating in my mind. Wishing he had joined me this morning, reliving the amazement of last night, feeling anxious at the journey back to the apartment.
One thing is for sure; I am itching to be near David again.
Whether it is the safety of his presence, or the heightened levels of need I find myself feeling since I stormed into his room last night, I am rushing down the stairs as quickly as my feet can carry me.
I find him in the kitchen, talking with Theo, and suddenly just as dressed as me. There is a low thrum in my abdomen as I look him up and down, taking in the fact that even though he is in his ‘casual’ clothes, his hot-ness still oozes through every inch of him. The way his jeans are tighter around his thighs. The way he is leaning back against the counter, arms folded over his chest. The crinkle of skin around his eyes as he and Theo laugh about something.
The way he suddenly looks over at me, making the look in his eyes change.
I walk up to his side, instinctively wanting to slide my hands around his waist, but hesitating.
Would he allow it in front of Theo? Would he be touchy feely with me after last night? Does he even want to?
The numerous questions running through my mind are answered when he slides his hand around my back, coming to a stop on my hip, then tugs my body closer to him.
“Morning Nora.” Theo smiles at me, as he watches the display, his eyes glancing back to David, with a certain toying expression that I’ve seen on his face all too often by this point. Debating on whether to tease his boss. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you.” I reply politely, although I can feel my cheeks getting warm as I soften under David’s hold.
“We’ll be leaving in an hour.” David says to me, and I nod. “Theo is going to get the car packed.”
“Of course,” Theo replies. “Grab something to eat and then we’ll get going.”
Theo leaves the kitchen quickly after his response.
Once alone, David turns to face me, a small smile on his lips as he looks down at me. As he brushes a piece of hair behind my ear, I feel stuck under his hypnotic gaze, just staring up at him like a mindless, lovesick fool.
Which I am pretty sure I am, at this point.
“Are you okay?” He finally asks after a few seconds of silence.
“Hmm. Fine.” I reply quietly, leaning forward to rest my chin on his chest as I continue to look up at him.
“Are you sure? That’s the second time you’ve said fine.”
“I’m just… processing.” I explain. “It feels like a lot has happened lately that’s made my head spin. Like it’s almost not real, you know?”
He nods, but I’m not sure if he actually does understand, and I feel myself panic. So, I start rambling, to try and make him understand.
“It was great.” I add quickly. “Amazing. Honestly!” He raises his right eyebrow at me. “It's just… I don’t really know what to do now, how to act, because I don’t want to… ruin it.”
“Why would you ruin it?”
“By doing something else too quickly.”
He breathes in deeply, causing me to move back a little. Then he guides me round until I am in front of him, his hands coming up to my jaw, and he looks at me intently.
“Everything you did, and are doing, is perfect.” He starts. “I have no regrets, Nora. And there is nothing you could possibly do to change how I feel about you.”
I nod, not really sure how to respond while my cheeks flush hot at his words. He leans down to kiss me, softly, gently, and I kiss him back with the exact same energy, despite my brain screaming at me to get rid of his clothes.
Once the kiss stops, I feel like my entire body is numb. My eyes open slowly as his hands move, leaving a cold breeze on my jaw from the loss of contact. I watch him go to the fridge, and start pulling things out for me to eat, and I smile to myself.
For the next hour, at least, until I have to leave this little safe-house, I know that nothing could ever ruin how I feel right in this very moment.