Page 51 of Unspoken Love

She held onto him as they stood together watching the last sliver of sunlight disappear beyond the waves.

Later, as they got ready for bed, he realized how easy of a rhythm they fell into around one another. They had decided to sleep downstairs in the guest room on the main floor since he was sure that she was creeped out about the passage door being opened the other day.

She was wearing one of his old T-shirts to bed, and for some reason that made his heart thump in his chest.

It was the simple things he was enjoying with her. Like when they crawled into the queen-sized bed together and she easily moved over while he pulled her into his arms.

He made the mistake of kissing her, which turned into him covering her body with his own and pinning her down as the passion built between them.

He stripped his T-shirt from her along with those sexy boy-short underwear that she was wearing.

“These drive me crazier than the silk and lace,” he admitted against her skin, letting his mouth trail down her ribs and past her belly button. Then he spread her legs wide and lapped her up as her nails scraped against his skin, driving him to move faster. His need tripled when she let out a soft moan as he dipped his fingers inside her slowly. Her back arched as her legs slid around his shoulders.

When would he feel sated from her?

“I need…” he said, taking her in like she was a drug. He needed more of her until he felt her vibrating under him.

She was sweet and silky against him.

He was in heaven.

When the last threads of his control broke, he slid up her body and took her as he covered her mouth to inhale her soft moans.

He’d never felt so much power, so much desire before in his life. She was everything.

He would move heaven and earth if it pleased her.

When they both broke into a million pieces in unison, they lay there in complete silence, wrapped around one another as their bodies cooled.

His chest desperately wanted to expel the words his heart was screaming, but he knew it was too soon for her. He knew that she didn’t need another scare. Besides, they had plenty of time.

Thankfully, he had opened the bay windows just enough to let in the rhythmic sound of the waves and to allow the cool breeze to float into the room, and within minutes, Faye was asleep beside him—curled in, peaceful.

Nate, however, lay awake longer. Listening. Thinking. Feeling something deep settle in his chest. It felt like contentment. Like possibility.

Then a sound startled him.

Sharp. Distant.

He blinked in the dark, heart already ticking faster. He turned his head—Faye was still asleep, wrapped around him, her breathing soft and steady.

Then he saw movement across the room.

A shadow—just a flicker—by the bedroom doorway. He blinked a few times.

Then he sat up.

Was that…?

He strained to listen. Nothing. No floor boards creaking outside the door. No door hinges whining with the strain of being opened or closed. Just the wind outside. A distant creak of the old house settling somewhere deeper inside the building.

But something in his gut told him to move. To go check it out.

Slipping carefully away from Faye without disturbing her, he slid out of bed and stepped quietly into the hallway. His bare feet made almost no sound on the wooden floor.

At the base of the stairs—there.

Another shadow. Dark. Still.