The Gun Wants Me *currently writing and editing*

Chapter 23

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Chapter 23:

"Kira"

"Mmh" I groaned.

Squeezing my eyes shut I tired turned over and ignore the voice that had whispered my name. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to move. I just wanted to lay in what felt and smelt like my bed and stay there forever.

"Amore, you need to get up" the voice murmured softly, hot breath brushing against my ear making me shiver.

Warmth swarmed me as I became more aware of everything around me. The thick musk of D'Angelo's cologne enveloped my nose and I sighed in content. The immediate sense of security made my heart pound.

I turned in his arms and snuggled against his chest, I couldn't stand not facing him any longer. His arms tightened around me and I sighed instinctively. I loved the feeling of being in his arms, his warm skin against mine, his hard ropes of muscles under soft hairless skin was what my body craved. Just the feel of him against me was amazing, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

"Have you noticed that somehow just holding you like this, it just, it just feels.."

"Right" I finished for him with a smile on my lips.

I found it cute how he struggled to find the rights words and that I was able to supply them for him.

"Such a smooth talker" I grinned into his chest.

D'Angelo laughed as his hold tightened around me. His warmth seeping into me through my nightgown.

"Only when it comes to you" he murmured.

Just as his lips brushed against my hair realisation hit me. It was morning, it was morning and I was snuggled up in my bed with D'Angelo again. That meant he had spent two nights in a row in my bed and nothing had happened. My breathing hitched at the awareness. I was wrapped up in this undeniably sexy man's arms, in my bed, and nothing had happened between us.

My body instantly tensed as I became well aware of every inch of D'Angelo pressed up against me. His morning glory pressed against my lower belly. My skin heated with need. It had been so long, so long since I had given my body to a man and devilled in the beautiful pleasure that was sex. The worst part was that I practically had the opportunity to feel such bliss because of the man right beside me, and yet I couldn't bring myself to give into D'Angelo.

I wanted it so badly and yet I wanted to I know that he truly felt something for me before I gave myself to him. I remembered everything he said to me, how he cared for me, the sweet gestures he made towards me, I could even see this look in his eyes from time to time but I still couldn't bring myself to fully give into him.

"You tense anymore and you'll give yourself an aneurysm il mio amore" he whispered against my neck.

My body instantly relaxed as he chuckled against my skin. There was just something about his laugh that calmed me. The deep rumbled of protruding from his chest washed over me in a delicious wave that made me shiver against him.

I laid in D'Angelo's arms a few minutes longer. His heartbeat gently against my ear, the rhythm so hypnotic I found myself closing my eyes. Sleep was calling me but I couldn't bring myself to submit to it.

D'Angelo's hand caressed my back, the material of nightgown riding up every so slightly that there was no way I could fall asleep. His touch was so gentle yet it electrified my body, sending shock waves through my nerve endings. The need to be closer to him and kiss him was suddenly so strong that I willingly gave in when his hand tilted my face up to his. His emerald greens eyes locking with mine, deep and lustfully before he brought his lips down onto mine.