Lennox takes me in his arms, and I hold on to him like I never have before.
This man is my lifeline.
He’s my anchor in the storm.
And I guess I’m his.
How about that?
“I love you,” I whisper.
His arms tighten around me. “I love you, too, Madison.”
Simple words that mean so very much.
The last of my own walls come down as well, and I whisper, “Show me, Lennox. Show me how much you love me.”
He leans back and raises a brow. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
That’s all he needs to hear, and I’m glad, because that’s all I have to say. It’s time to speak with our bodies. I’ve missed this man so much that wanting him now has become a craving, an ache that needs healing.
Slowly, he slicks my still-damp hair back; then, smiling, he takes my face in his hands. Leaning forward, his lips touch mine—so softly, so gently, so cherishingly.
He slides the spaghetti straps down my shoulders, loosening the top of my dress. There are little buttons that run down the front, and he pops them open one by one until the fabric is gaping at the top.
My breasts spill out as he carefully shimmies the top of my dress down to my waist. His mouth then descends to one breast, licking and sucking, and then moves to the other, where he does the same things.
I dig my fingers into his hair, mussing it up, as he trails kisses down my abdomen, all the while pulling my dress lower and lower till it falls and puddles at my feet.
With his help, I step out of it.
He kneels before me, his hands settling on my hips, his fingers sliding under the hem of my panties.
“Take them off,” I command.
Chuckling, he says, “You got it.”
And then they’re gone.
I’m now bare before him, and he covers so many inches of my body with the most delectable kisses.
But then I yelp as he suddenly wraps his arms around me and stands, picking me up as he goes.
I compose myself, and my legs snake around him. We stand in the hall and kiss and kiss like that.
But the hall is not where we stay.
With his strong arms around me, Lennox carries me up the stairs and to his bedroom, where he lays me on the bed.
I watch as he rids himself of his shirt, jeans, boxers—everything goes until he, too, is bare.
And, wow, clearly ready for me.
First, though, he descends to my sex, where he laves my pussy with his tongue in such a way that I’m sent spiraling.
As I come and come, I feel his body on me.
