My throat tightens, but I manage a nod. “For us.”
And then she turns, eyes glassy but blazing with something fierce and certain.
Before I can take another breath, she crosses the space between us and kisses me.
The kiss starts soft—hesitant, like she’s still afraid this could all vanish if she blinks. But then her hands find the front of my shirt, clutching tight, and it changes. The air between us burns. Weeks of restraint snap like a wire pulled too thin.
I sink into it, into her. Her lips part, her breath hot against my mouth, her pulse quick under my fingers as I trace the curve of her neck. The taste of her—warm, sharp, alive—wipes every thought from my head.
She presses closer, her body fitting against mine like she’s meant to be here, like this space was always waiting for her to claim it. The faint hum of the fridge, the flicker of city lights through the glass—every sound fades until there’s only her.
When we break apart for air, she doesn’t move far. Her forehead rests against mine, breath shaking. “You built this for me,” she whispers again, voice cracking on the last word.
I shake my head, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “No, Sage. I built it because of you. Because I needed this place to mean something again.”
Her eyes shine, wet and fierce. “Leo…”
Whatever she was about to say disappears as I kiss her again. This time it’s hungry, desperate, all the emotion we’ve both been holding back spilling out in one long, impossible rush.
We move through the kitchen like we’re learning it together—bumping the counter, knocking into a stool, laughing breathlessly between kisses that leave us both dizzy. Her fingers find the back of my neck, tangling in my hair, and I can’t stoptouching her—her hips, her waist, the hem of her shirt as my palms find warm skin.
Her laughter melts into a low sound that twists my insides, and when I lift her onto the counter, she looks at me like I’ve just handed her the whole damn world.
“You sure?” I murmur, voice rough, giving her one last out.
She nods, eyes steady. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Sage's legs tightened around my waist, a heartbeat of hesitation flickering between us before it vanished. One last breath of uncertainty gives way to the warmth flooding through me, her grip like a promise I have no intention of breaking. Her lips, swollen and red from my kisses, parted as she whispered my name, her voice a husky plea that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. "Leo," she breathed, her green eyes smoldering with a hunger that mirrored my own.
My hands slide under her thighs. I lift her as if she weighs nothing, and her arms wrap around my neck. Her body is warm and soft, fitting against mine like a missing piece.
I carry her to the kitchen island, the cool granite a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. Setting her down, I step back, my eyes never leaving hers as I tear off my shirt, the fabric discarded without a second thought. Her gaze devours me, bold and unapologetic, and I feel a surge of pride under her scrutiny.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," I growl, my voice rough with need. I move closer, my hands gripping the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down her curvy hips. Her panties follow, leaving her bare and exposed, her pussy glistening with anticipation. I press my thumb against her, feeling her shudder at the contact, her breath catching in her throat. "So wet for me," I murmur, my voice a low rumble. "You like this, don’t you?"
She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded. "Yes," she whispers, her hands fumbling with my belt. "Fuck, Leo, hurry."
I kick off my shoes, my pants joining them on the floor, I am desperate for her. I step closer, her legs falling open to accommodate me, her heat beckoning. I tease her entrance with the tip, watching her eyes flutter closed as she whimpers, her body arching toward me. "Please," she begs, her voice trembling.
"Not yet," I whisper, my control slipping. I lean in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as my fingers find her clit, rubbing slow circles that make her buck against my hand. "Tell me what you want, Sage."
"I want you to fuck me," she gasp, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Right here. Right now."
That was all I needed. I push into her slowly, savoring the heat and the way she fits around me, letting the moment stretch instead of rushing it. She cries out, her head falling back as I begin to move, slow at first, savoring the way she felt around me. All I care about is the way her body moves with mine, the way her breath hitches with every stroke.
"Harder," she demands, her hands gripping my hair.
I oblige, pounding into her with a rhythm that was primal, relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her moans and my curses. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock. I know she is close. "Cum for me, Sage," I groan, my voice hoarse. "Let me feel it."
Her body trembles, her walls tightening as she screams my name, her orgasm ripping through her. I follow soon after, my own release crashing over me like a wave, my cum spilling deep inside her. I collapse on top of her, our breaths ragged, our hearts pounding in unison.
As I pull out, she smiles, her hand tracing the sweat on my chest. "You built this for me," she whispers, her voice soft but sure.
I kissed her forehead, my lips brushing her hair. "I built it for us."
The city lights flicker outside, but inside, the kitchen feels alive—just like her. And as her fingers lace with mine, I know this is only the beginning.
We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath, the silence between us comfortable and charged. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a rhythm that matches my own. Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes meeting hers, and I see something in her gaze that I hadn’t seen before—a vulnerability that mirrors my own.
