Page 86 of The Strength Of A Woman

She tilts her head back against my touch, and I’m tempted to part her lips.

A few people walk in the distance, their voices traveling to us.

My men are not far from us, surveilling the area, making sure nothing crazy can happen.

There’s not much privacy for what I want to do, yet I go for it regardless.

I move my fingers through her hair and stroke the back of her neck, indulging in the way she’d like me to kiss her harder.

I'm doing just that, listening to her quiet moans while dragging my hand down her back, around her torso, and over her breasts.

The way she breathes a silent moan as if she’s about to collapse makes me stop and break away from her.

Her eyes could start a fire.

Her lips are open as she struggles to breathe.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, with deep concern in her voice.

Smiling, I run a tense hand through my hair.

“There’s nothing wrong,” I murmur, hiding how affected I am by her, wanting nothing more than to adjust myself.

I take her hand and look away, so she can’t notice the lust in my stare.

If I had my way, I’d book a private plane and vanish with her in some forgotten country, not looking back, not thinking about the things I left behind.

It would be reckless, as so many people depend on me, but that’s how I feel.

I amassed enough wealth to pull a disappearing act, and I have no family left.

I could walk the streets of Panama City––and I’m not talking Florida here––doing my best impression of a clumsy tourist with a beautiful bride on my arm.

But life would probably get back to me one way or another for leaving so many loose ends in my past.

And she and I are not there yet.

I still need to assess the damage other men had done to her, and then see where life is taking us.

There is time for all that.

Just not enough.

We have two weeks to figure things out.

At the end of these two weeks, maybe earlier, we’ll know where we stand.

We’ll also know how hard we need to fight to make this dream come true.

“Let’s go,” I say, casting a glance around the area.

Not many people walk this way, but there are still a few, and I don’t trust their eyes.

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LEILANI

I’mwet between my thighs like I’ve never been before.