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The good memories, her light, the way she would bring a room to smiles and comfort or the time she would show me a new recipe. Or jump up in cheer like a stadium would do to a winner when I showed her my inventions. A somber smile curls on my lips, a burn resides at the back of my throat and eyes. Out of nowhere, a sudden and deep sense of calmness washes over me, and the comfort of our bodies connection makes the tension in my back relaxes.
I would never be able to forget seeing my mother that way, but it does give me the closure that I never knew I needed. Who would've thought talking about it would have eased a heavy sadness from my heart.
I sit up on my elbow, my knuckles under her shirt, teasing her ribs. I can't help but stare at her, become consumed by her. The proximity of our lips only centimeters apart, her breath blows gently across my face with a narrow gaze.
Damn. She's really become my star in the darkest of night.
“I guess you aren't just crazy, then,” I murmur, glancing at her lips then back at her.
Her lips fold in as a smile forms. “I believe I said if you call me crazy, then I’ll slice off your lips and tear your tongue from your throat.”
That makes my heart knock viciously against my ribs. I grin at her. “Well, you know, crazy loves crazy, little snake.”
Her sleepy eyes gleam with a shine I hadn’t seen before. “I guess you're right.”
When her lips part, I take the moment to lean up, my heated body sliding against her skin, and I capture her mouth, desperate as hell to have more of her. A buzz shoots through my heart and down to my dick, which is now pressing firmly against her thigh. I growl in some strange relief, and she moans faintly against my lips as her fingers grip my hair to pull me closer. No matter how close we are, it doesn't feel like enough. I want her to be a part of my bones, my heart, every particle and piece of my life.
My nose brushes against her as I tilt my head to kiss her fully, my tongue swipes over lips in generous wet licks. Her body trembles beneath me, and she does the same, licking my tongue sensually and making sure she flicks over the gash on my lip before planting another intimate kiss.
Fuck, kissing her makes me forget all my problems, like an antidote for eternal peace in my darkness. I break the connection with a sharp inhale through my nose and shut my eyes to combat the urge to fuck her. She’s not fully healed.Give it a few more days, Ronan.“Do I need to remind you how tempting you are?”
“You kissed me,” she says incredulously.
“You should've stopped me then.”
“Stop you? I’d rather burn, darling.”
Then we’ll burn together.I don't say it, but another unexpected jolt hits my chest and my gaze softens, and I trace the features of her face. When I don't respond, she lets out a yawn. “Then how about you tell me more about your mom. I want to know all the horrible boy things you and your brother put her through.”
That takes away all the desire that had built. I hum and stuff my face back into the dip of her neck. We adjust ourselves to lay comfortably. “Are you sure you want to hear about my bad boy days? You may look at me differently.”
“Yes. Everything.” I can actually hear her smile.
“You’ve been warned,” I say, before taking a deep inhale of her sensuous scent. I could smell her for all eternity and still never grow old of her aroma.
For the rest of the night, I spill everything possible to her, whatever memory I can think of. Until I felt her chest slowly rising and falling, and my eyes became heavy with fatigue. The last thing I remember were the last words I spoke in my restless state...
Eu te amo, mae.
Eu te amo, mae—I love you, mom.