Submerged

Chapter 14

Dante

I blink down at the dark head of hair resting on my bicep as I wake, a smile curling at the corner of my lips. She must have turned over in her sleep, her back to me now, but her body is still molded against my side, my arm acting as her pillow. Fuck. The things I would do to wake up exactly like this every day for the rest of my life.

She comforted me last night and held my hand most of the day yesterday. I could tell she wanted to show me that she was there for me if I needed her without having to say the words. It was a nice change from the cold shoulder she'd been giving me. My sweet, stubborn wife. I wouldn't have her any other way though.

She wiggles a little and then turns over. Her eyes still closed as she moved her head from my arm to my chest, dark hair fanning out behind her. She stretches her arm and leg across my body until her hand rests on the other side of my chest and her thigh is thrown across my hips. I bite back a groan as she shifts her leg, rubbing it against my hard dick. My balls ache painfully but I ignore them, knowing she isn't doing it on purpose.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, blinking a few times while she adjusts to the sun shining through the curtains. She reaches up and rubs her face and when she sits her hand back down on my chest her brow furrows. Her amber gaze flicks to the spot it rests and she finally realizes that she's using me as a pillow but she doesn't move. Instead she inspects the tattoos there, her manicured fingernail tracing the knife inked on my pec. Goosebumps spread across my flesh, my nipple hardening, begging for her touch to move lower. Before I can blink she gives it a pinch. I release a surprised grunt in response to the minor sting and then her eyes meet mine, humor dancing in their amber depths.

She knew I was watching her, knew I was awake. Sneaky woman. 

She smirks. "As if I couldn't feel your eyes on me even while asleep, why do you think I woke up in the first place?"

I brush her hair away from her face, tucking the strands behind her ear. My beautiful, clever wife. I've never felt more possessive over anything or anyone as I do with her. It almost drives me mad. I have to constantly reel myself in so I'm not too overbearing.

"You can feel my eyes on you even in your sleep?" I question, wondering if she knew about the last two nights where I watched her sleep before I fell asleep myself.

"I could then." She arches an eyebrow at me. "Why? Do you watch me sleep often?" I give her a wink and she laughs lightly and mutters, "Stalker."

A grin I can't seem to fight spreads across my lips.

She has no idea.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask her, moving our conversation away from my obsessive tendencies.

That's not exactly a conversation I'd like to get into right now since we're still on rocky ground.

She raises her eyebrows in surprise at my question. "You mean I get a choice other than sitting at home all day?"

Fuck. I love hearing her call our house her home. It makes me so damn happy it's ridiculous. I have no preferences when it comes to my home so I made our house everything she's ever wanted by using my knowledge of her personality in addition to what I found while scrolling through her Pinterest boards. I wanted it to be her sanctuary. I wanted her to feel at home as soon as she moved in, and so far it's seemed to have worked.

"Of course, you always have a choice with me." I assure her.

She hadn't told me of anything she wanted to do since being here so I had assumed she was trying to get settled in before she did.