Page 37 of Fractured
We join the boys at their table, and we relax for once, laughing and teasing Danny. He takes it with grace as his face turns a shade of pink. Anna soon joins us, putting her arms around his waist. He picks her up and kisses her quickly before setting her back down and tucking her under his arm.
I look around for Isabella, but I don’t see her. Panic rushes up my chest and I stand, pushing my chair back. Anna holds her hand out to me, stopping me.
“She needs a minute, Alexander. She’s safe. I tucked her away with a plate of food to breathe.” She smiles at me. “She needs just a few minutes. Izzy’s not good with crowds. Today has been difficult.”
I sit back down. I said I would give her one night where I wouldn’t be a dick. As much as it pisses me off, I’ll give her space, as Anna says. Maybe she will actually talk to me at somepoint tonight if she feels better.
I look at my watch for the hundredth time as the night drones on. It is nine-thirty. It has been over an hour and a half since she left me and my chest can’t take this any longer. Standing up, I push my chair in, Carlos pinches his eyebrows together and gives me the ‘let her be’ look. I growl back at him, doing up my suit jacket.
I’m going to find my wife.
Walking around the back of the room, I sneak through the same door that the girls did. I make my way down the hall and the service hall leads to the kitchen. They didn't go in there so I push the other door on the right and it opens into the hotel’s main corridor.
The music fades to a dull thump behind me as the door closes and I look up and down the hallway, trying to figure out where she would have gone for privacy. I take a few steps away from the front of the hotel, and I see the door to the sitting room we used earlier today while we waited for the guest to enter the hall.
I push the door open slowly, looking around the dark interior for her. The only light illuminating the room is the pale white-blue glow of the lights twinkling in from the garden. My eyes catch a puffball of white lace on the couch and I grin. I step in, closing the door as quietly as I can, softening my steps toward the couch.
My little bunny is sleeping, her white stocking feet crossed together, her knees drawn up to her tummy. She has a pillow cuddled under her chin, her hands tucked around it, breathing deeply. My chest aches, but for a different reason, and I don’t know what it is. I am just content to be in the same room as her.
As I make my way to face her, I take off my jacket and lay on the couch. I take off my tie and undo the top three buttons of my dress shirt. I squat down to look at her. My shadow falls acrossher face, hiding her from me.
I move my hand under her head and lift it with the pillow. She mumbles and wipes her lip, and I use that movement to slip under her and put her head on my lap. I ease the pillow out from under her and she nuzzles her cheek on my thigh.
My eyes adjust to the dim light and I can see her face clearly now from the mini lights flickering in the trees from the garden as I stroke her hair with the tip of my finger.
She is warm and soft on my thigh and everything in my head stops. Work, the wedding, the coupe. It all goes completely quiet as I gaze down at her. There is only us in this soft blue light and the quiet of the room. She nuzzles closer to my stomach, her chin brushing against my cock as she breathes deeply through her nose like she’s smelling me.
Fuuuckk!
I trail my fingers over her brow, stroking down her cheek to run it ever so softly across her plump lip. She licks her lips at the tickle. She bites her lower lip as I bring my finger across it once again, and I smile down at her. She is so sweet like this.
She shakes her head to the side, trying to dispel the tickle on her lips. Her cheek rubs against my stomach, warming the silk of my shirt and she lets out a moan, tilting her head up and down like a kitten. She moans again and rubs her cheek against my abs. The button from my shirt catches in her hair, pulling it and she squeaks. She reaches up to free it, and I still her movements. I don’t want her to move away from me, not yet.
“Shhhh, let me free your hair,” I say, and she freezes, putting her head back on my lap. I free the few strands of her braid that got caught on the button. Something takes over me and I lie to her. I want to run my finger through her hair and feel the silky strands slide over my fingers.
Making an excuse that she is tangled I tell her the veil needs to go. I take my time removing each pin, every pearl, and flowerthat is woven into her hair and throw them on the floor.
Carefully holding the end of her braid to remove the elastic band, being careful not to pull it. I tell her to sit up and she braces her hand on the cushion, pushing up. God, she is stunning. Her dark hair mused around her head, her one cheek pink where she rubbed it on my stomach. She looks so innocent, so fucken tempting.
I take her braid apart, running my hands through the silk of her hair. I can feel the heat coming off her head as I run the tips of my fingers over her scalp, pulling them through the full length of her hair, fanning it out around her.
She sits back on her heels and asks, “What time is it?” Her voice cracks, so I hand her the bottle of water on the table. She’s fully awake now, and the spell has broken.
I look at my watch. “It’s nine forty-five.” Those jade-green eyes bore into me and I smile. “You have two more hours till you can hate me again.”
Her shoulders slump as she lets out a heavy sigh, and she bites her bottom lip as she turns her head to look out the window. I can see her shutting down, tuning me out. I want my two hours however she wants to spend them.
“Don’t Isabella, don’t shut me out. I get two more hours, even if you won’t talk to me, even if we just sit here in the dark watching the lights of the garden. Give me two hours.”
I sound like a fucken love-struck teenager, and I hate myself right now, but I need to try. I watch her, waiting for her to give me any sign that she is willing to meet me halfway. She nods slightly, and my stomach dips.
I cup her cheeks in my hands and say, “I need to kiss you. Just one more time while we have a truce between us.”
I move slowly as I pepper her lips with light kisses, my favorite spot between her nose and upper lip, the side of her mouth. Imove back, looking her in the eyes for approval to go further.
She nods and I dive in. I don’t wait for her to change her mind. I growl and tilt her head, slanting my mouth to cover hers. Sweeping my tongue over the seam of her lips, desperately wanting them to open, holding her head cupped tight in my hands and I can’t get enough.
She grabs my wrist to steady herself, and she opens her mouth to me. I tighten my grip on her hair, dive in deep, and stroke her tongue with mine; she moans and strokes mine back, shyly sucking on it, and I nearly come, my cock is so hard. I pull back a bit and bite her lip lightly.
