sweetie
Refugee
Its cliffhanger time.Gioia ’s eyes popped open. For a few minutes she couldn’t remember where she was. She was in bed, huddled under the comforter. She had no idea how she got there. She searched her mind and tried to think of the events that led her to the bed.
She remembered lifting herself off of the floor after her tears were spent. She remembered washing her face and methodically donning her nightgown. Numbly she had crawled into bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to clear her mind. She kept reliving the fear of Bono so close to death. Then she remembered her shame when her relief for Bono’s safety was short lived and replaced by insane jealously knowing that he was going to marry another.
She knew she had lain awake for a long while, tossing the tormenting thoughts around for hours. But she must’ve fallen asleep at some point because now she had been awakened.
Something had disturbed her sleep.
She strained her ears to detect a sound. Clouds blocked the moon’s glow and the room was cast into deep darkness.
She heard the click of the door closing and soft footsteps approaching her bed slowly. She gasped. “Who’s there!”
“Shhhhhhhh.”
Bono! Gioia would recognize his voice anywhere. And that soothing sound brought back the memory of the first time she met him. How long ago was that? She felt as if she had known him for an eternity.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, by her waist and took her hand in his. The moon found it’s way from behind the clouds to illuminate the room. Gioia sucked in her breath when she saw his beautiful face. He was looking down at her intently. His eyes were raking over her face as if searching for something.
“Hi,” he whispered with a smile.
“Hi.” She smiled back. She wondered if he could hear the steady thumping of her heart. Why was he there? How did he find her? Suddenly she felt foolish for leaving the banquet. She should’ve stayed there with him.
Bono brushed a curl off of her forehead. He took a deep breath to calm him. The room was quiet except for the sound of the surf crashing against the rocks outside her window. He hadn’t had a truly serene moment with her since the day at the waterfall. He missed those days spent in travel and the nights curled up in each other’s arms. And now he would’ve been happy to just sit there looking down at her. But the night was slipping by. His greatest fear was something happening to him before he could tell her how he felt about her. It almost did. He didn’t want any more time to pass without her knowing how he felt for her. And he couldn’t wait to hear and feel how much she cared for him. He would not make that mistake again.
He leaned down and kissed her gently. He took his time, unhurried and unconcerned that he was in her bedchamber the night before his marriage to the Queen. He tasted her thoroughly, drinking of her sweetness. He started to deepen the kiss when he pulled away slightly. Practically nose-to-nose, he caressed her cheek with his palm.
The smoky blue of his eyes took her breath away. His roughened cheek she ached to touch. His sensual lips she burned to kiss once more. She gingerly touched his cheek with her fingertips as if making sure he was real. She brushed her thumb along his lower lip. He took it into his mouth, suckled it, and gently bit the soft pad. Gioia moaned. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair and brought his lips down to her with a force.
They kissed hungrily. Bono’s tongue ravaged her open mouth. Gioia wrapped her arms around his shoulders to bring him closer to her. She realized with frustrating clarity that he was already crushed to her and couldn’t possibly get any closer.
Bono pulled away again and looked at her face in awe. Her lips were swollen, bruised by his ardor. Her eyelids were heavy with passion. He leaned further back and viewed her beauty. The nightgown she was wearing was pale yellow billowy cotton. He recognized the gown as the one she had worn at the Wareings cottage. He remembered that night vividly. He had been in an almost perpetual state of arousal for her ever since that night. He swallowed hard.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed hoarsely.
He stood up and stepped away from the bed. Gioia pulled herself up on one elbow to watch him. He seemed nervous and unsure. He ran his hand through his hair. Gioia smiled at the telltale movement. That simple affectation had become so dear to her.
She sucked in her breath as he stepped into a ray of moonlight.
If she never saw him again she would always picture him as he looked tonight. In the luminosity she saw black hair, blue eyes and his sensual mouth. He was wearing a black laced up tunic, loose fitting black trousers and was barefoot. He looked so very male that her mouth went dry with wanting him. She knew that he should go back to his rooms but was still disappointed that he was leaving so soon.
“Do you really have to leave?” She surprised herself that she had uttered those words out loud.
Her eyes were heavy with desire. Her tone held disappointment and her words were pleading. That was all Bono needed to hear. He chuckled softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, my rose.” His Irish brogue thickly accentuating his words.
“I’m going to make love to you.”
Until Monday my friends.
yeah!!!
