The Gun Wants Me *currently writing and editing*

Chapter 21

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Chapter 21:

I groaned as I shifted under the warm covers and then froze. There was something heavy on my stomach and something pressed up along the back of my body. My bed was never this warm when I laid in it by myself and I know for sure that I didn't have a fling last night which meant there was only one other person in my bed beside me and I didn't want him there.

D'Angelo.

My heart accelerated against my chest as every crevice of his body became known to mine. The hard muscle of his chest against my shoulder blades, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck, his nose brushing against my skin and his well-toned abdominal against my back, as well as his little friend that was raising against my ass begging for some morning attention.

A delicious shiver ran through me making D'Angelo moan in response but I pushed the swirling dirty thoughts away as he pulled me closer to his body and snuggled his face in the back of my neck.

My blood heated in my veins as he kissed my neck and I knew if I didn't get out of his hold I was going to do something very stupid. Something that involved giving into D'Angelo and giving him my heart.

"Morning il mio amore" he mumbled into my neck. His voice hoarse from sleep and oh-so-sexy it made me shiver.

"Morning" I said softly. 

My nerves went on high alert as his arm tightened around me. It felt so good to wake up next to someone in the morning. I was only 24, I was still young and had plenty of time to find someone to spend the rest of my life with and wake up to in the morning and yet something in me craved it right now. The only problem was that I had woken up to D'Angelo, and he wasn't even supposed to be in my bed.

I wasn't supposed to wake up to this man. No matter how good it felt I had to keep telling myself how wrong it was. It didn't matter how good it felt to be held in his arms I knew it wasn't where I should be. Hell, I'd been seeing Donavan and D'Angelo was more intimate with me than he ever was. It was whorish and my stomach dropped at the fact that I was practically juggling two men. Well, maybe not anymore.

As gently as I could without making D'Angelo suspicious I pushed his hands away from my body and slid along the bed getting a far away from him as I could without falling off the bed.

"I guess the honeymoon stage is over then" I heard him mutter as the bedsheets rustled around. 

My heart clenched at the narcism in his voice but I tried to push it away. His words from last night rang in my ears as I heard him yawn and stretch his bones clicking and I flinched both from his cracking bones and the passion he had put into his words last night. 

"The honeymoon stage never started" I snapped automatically. 

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. I hadn't meant them, they just slipped out because his words had hurt me and I decided to lash out exactly what he had given. I had been sucked in last night, I needed to stand my ground. 

"No, it hasn't" he sighed softly.

I turned over on my back and peeked over at him, my eyes glancing over his delicious body that was currently half-naked. His muscles tensing as he picked up his clothes and my eyes widened in shock when I saw his member still standing proud in his briefs. My throat clogged at the sight of the large ridge in his briefs and my mind instantly when down the dark dirty path of his body against mind between the sheets.