Dove
The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of salt water, expensive cologne, and the heavy, intoxicating afterglow of making love.
The tall balcony doors were pinned open just an inch, letting in a continuous, warm ocean breeze that rustled the sheer linen curtains like a heartbeat. It was past two in the morning. The quiet of the villa was absolute, wrapped in the dark hush that only comes to the coast in the dead of night.
I was lying on my side, completely naked under the thin cotton sheet, my head resting against the sturdy warmth of Benecio's chest.
His long arms were wrapped tightly around me, pulling me flush against his side. Every time he took a deep, slow breath, his chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, a steady, rhythmic reminder that I was safe. His large, thick fingers were lazily tracing patterns down the smooth skin of my spine, his thumb making slow, possessive circles over the dip of my hip.
