Taming His Stallion [BWWM]

41_Gone

Paege

My hand surveyed the plush comforter of my bed, reaching out, even before I opened my eyes. I shut them again, apparently unfulfilled. My mind easily caught on to the reason for my sullen state.

Something was missing. Or rather, someone. And without his warmth to cradle me, I all at once became aware of the chill that lingered in the air.

Uhh, I mentally groaned. I must've forgotten to close the window last night. It had been late when I got in and by then I'd been utterly exhausted. So, after taking a much appreciated, tension-releasing shower, I crawled into bed, wrapped myself up in the cover, and crashed hard.

Damn. Was it too early in the morning to be craving him? If so, my body didn't seem to understand the meaning of the notion because I couldn't help myself. No, not by a long shot.

Since we'd patched things up and were spending more time with each other, it's like every fibre of my being hummed with renewed energy. It had occurred to me just how much I'd missed him then, but whenever we were away now, I missed him more. If that was even remotely possible.

A gush of air blew against my face, sending a shiver through my body. My arms extended overhead, joined at the knuckles. The back of my palms glided over the silk-covered pillows as a soundless, almost feral yawn emerged from me.

After settling back into the cloud-like duvet, mostly freed of tension, my arms returned to my side. My eyelids opened lazily again, heavy with lingering traces of sleep. I blinked a few times to chase its remnants away.

A good morning stretch usually did the trick, ironing out the kinks. Whether involuntary or otherwise. But for some odd reason, today was different.

The urge courted and subdued me, like any other day. And as usual, I was unable to resist. Especially before I got out of bed. But something was different, and I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I was still tired and wound up for one, casually casting a lazy glance around my room before my once quieted mind plummeted into a chaotic swarm of unrelenting thoughts.

A few pleasant, I admit, and butterfly-inducing. Memoirs of the steamy night peppered my brain here and there, giving my heart a good run.

But some threatened to plunge the already dwindling mood I found myself in, even deeper into the abyss.

Fortunately, a facet of last night's memoir cornered me, prompting me to tug at the corner of my bottom lip.

Ehem–a heated tendril starring a certain cowboy spiralled light-heartedly through my mind. I shook my head in amusement, not at all surprised but marvelling at the leverage this man had over me.

Ever since Tempers came back into my life, things were admittedly better between Danny and me. Right as rain. And my heart sang naturally as a by-product.

In fact, we'd barely been apart from each other. Save for those unavoidable moments when our attention was needed elsewhere. Or when we were turning in for the night.

But wasn't that something? This magnetism between us was so potent that I could be at the other end of the world, and I would still be powerless against it.

So try as I might to school my expression, I failed miserably. It was a task in itself to expel such intimate images on its own, let alone when they grappled for my sanity. And instead of fighting to keep said thoughts at bay, I closed my eyes to revivify what traces remained of his praise on my skin.

I sucked in a breath, allowing myself to revel in the feeling. Gosh, his mouth alone could make me see the stars. But the sweet nothings he whispered in my ear were like nothing that I'd ever experienced before. They added to the thrill, and I found myself wanting–no needing–to hear them again.