I’m certain he’s going to kiss me again. My heart readies for it, but instead he presses a slow, devastating kiss to the tip of my nose before abruptly pulling away and getting out of bed as if he’s seconds from losing control.
And wow. Shamelessly naked, he struts toward his ensuite. Every line of his body is cut, hard, and powerful. I drink him in, eyes trailing without apology.
I call out, “Nice ass.”
He glances back with a grin made of sin. “It’s all yours.”
“As tempting as that is, I’m going to need a closer inspection before claiming anything,” I tease.
He clicks his tongue. “Patience, beautiful.”
I look away because the grin trying to break across my face is ridiculous.
What a way to start a day.
I couldn’t have written a better new beginning if I’d tried.
And damn—it’s a good one.
A really,reallygood one.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Leon
I told Erika I love her last night, and she said it back.
She loves me.
What a rush.
What the hell have we been doing all this time?
Now I know what it’s like to have her in my bed, I want every night, every day, and every hour in between with her tucked in next to me.
It was what I’ve always dreamed about.
Her little blissful sighs and soft snores as she slept soundly in my arms settled something deep in my soul.
Waking up with my hand on her breast was something I never expected. I never thought it would happen. Not in this lifetime. Or any other.
When I jumped out of the shower this morning, I worried that it had all been a dream and that I had fabricated our entire conversation last night. To my relief, as I stepped into my bedroom, I could hear Erika talking to her mom on speakerphone down the hall, reassuring her that she was feeling great today.
Better than great, she’s happier than a sunflower in full bloom. Her words, not mine. Erika never mentioned why she felt that way to her mom, but I know it’s because of me, us. I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation because she skipped down the stairs and out of earshot.
She’s as giddy as I feel.
And I’m horny. Hornier than a two-dicked alien like the one Erika said she read about in a fantasy romance book.
Jerking off didn’t help me. The cold shower didn’t either.
Now that I’ve felt how warm and soft her skin is, how perfect her tits feel in my hands, and how her ass shapes perfectly against my hips, all I keep thinking about is taking her from behind and filling her pussy with my cock. She was so turned on earlier, I could smell how wet she was for me, confirming she wants me as much as I want her.
And yet, I’m worried, when I never get anxious around women. However, with Erika, I want everything to be right. I don’t want to rush things and screw everything up. She’s too important to me.
We’re taking things slowly.
I was clearly delirious when I suggested it, however, I know it’s the right thing to do.
