Waiting For Mr. Left (Interracial)

Ch 13 A Paige From His Story

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Have you ever woken up in the morning and sighed in complete bliss? That was my morning. Last night, Angelo took me ice skating. I spent more time on my butt than on my feet, but we had fun laughing at my clumsiness anyways. Afterward, we went to Caribou Coffee for hot chocolate and talked until they closed. Probably not the best idea in hindsight. But, waking up this morning was like waking up from the best dream. As tired as I am, I still decided to go to work this morning.

I miss him already. His smile, his laugh, his voice, those dimples, his marshmallow lips and the way they feel against mine. I love staring into his warm dark chocolate eyes. I don’t even try to hide the blush that blossoms on my cheeks. Or the smile that takes possession of my face.

My God. That man...my mountain man... And I get to climb him every night for the rest of our lives. Note to self: purchase new mountain gear before the honeymoon...

I walk up a dirt path in the woods. The scent of pine and the approaching rain embrace me more and more, with every step. The air is crisp and chilled. I come upon a log cabin. I know this place. Its Angelo's cabin. I hear him playing the piano. I walk up the wooden stairs. I open the door cautiously, making sure I keep quiet as I close it.

I walk toward the sound of the piano as if being pulled by some invisible force. I enter the den. Angelo is sitting at his glossy black grand piano playing beautifully. I stand at the wooden archway, just watching him get lost in the exquisite composition. Every note like an aphrodisiac. I watch as the music flows from the keys up his fingers, injecting itself in his veins, traveling up the pulsing chords that wrap around his strong biceps. It gently massages away the tension in his shoulders, coiling around his neck and cascading across his broad chest, absorbing into his heart, and possessing his mind.

My God...he's beautiful.

I walk closer draw to every note. The melody making me blissfully dizzy, as if hypnotized. My body begins to sway on its own. The music pulling my strings like a master puppeteer. Before I can stop myself, I'm at his feet.

He opens his eyes, gazing down at me with a calm fire in his eyes. He stops playing, but I can still feel the music in my soul, urging me forward. I kneel before him. He bends down, caresses my jaw and plants a searing kiss on my lips. It's like an explosion to my senses. They're in overdrive. I pull him to me, desperate to be closer to him. Needing him. His body blanketing mine against the cool surface of the hardwood floor. His hands devour my curves in a feverish hunger. My brain isn't working. I'm acting in pure need. My hands mould to his deliciously muscled torso, his skin scorching my fingertips.

I don't remember taking his shirt off.

I'm way too far gone to care how it happened. I just know that his skin against mine is perfect.

Where did my clothes go that fast? It's as if the blaze of his skin melted them away. Or maybe it was the inferno building in me, that burned them away.

"I need you..." I whisper to him. I lock my legs around him, willing him to sink into my depths and finish his melody on my body. "...please..." I beg him.

I'm woken out of my Angelo induced fantasy, when my phone rings. "H-Hello." I clear my throat, fanning myself with the folder on my desk.

"Good Afternoon Ma'am is this Ms. Nahia Oliver?" The person on the other line asks.

"Yes. Who am I speaking to?" He sounds familiar.

"My apologies ma'am, this is officer Miles Cortez (below) with Charlotte PD."