“Thankfully, it won’t come to that.” I was wet and ready and didn’t care what he put over himself at this point, as long as he was inside me.
Leo ripped the condom package open and sheathed his rock-hard shaft. I watched as he squeezed the tip and stroked himself, slow and rough, as he looked down at me. That, combined with the look of desire in his eyes, was so freaking sexy.
“I’ve missed this beautiful pussy so much.”
That was the last thing he said before he lowered himself, spread my legs wide, and penetrated me, closing his eyes until he was completely inside. We both let out unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
What started off slow soon became a frantic and desperate race to consume each other. We’d had sex in many different positions, but this one—missionary, with all of Leo’s weight on top of me, holding me down while he fucked me as hard as he could—was my absolute favorite. There were no words for how it felt to have the man I loved inside of me again.
“Fuck, this is even better than I remembered,” he groaned. “Tell me if I’m being too rough.”
As the bed shook, I dug into his back with my nails, holding on to him for dear life. I wasn’t anywhere near ready for this to be over, but as his balls slapped against my ass, I felt myself about to orgasm much faster than I anticipated.
He searched my eyes to confirm I was indeed losing it. “Yeah?”
I breathed out, “Yeah.”
“I can fucking feel it,” he said, his eyes rolling back as he started to come, banging me harder to the finish line.
The heat of his load through the condom was the cherry on top as my muscles pulsated around him. No one could ever make me climax the way Leo did.
We panted over one another, neither of us wanting to let go. After several minutes, Leo left to dispose of the condom before returning to bed.
We faced each other as he looped his fingers with mine. “Not only do I not want you to leave me tonight, I don’t want to spend another night away from you ever again, if I can help it.”
“That can be arranged.”
“I have to say something,” he said, his expression turning serious.
My eyes widened, but I managed a nod.
“I love you, Felicity Dunleavy. Even though I’ve written it to you and said it in so many roundabout ways, I’ve never told you to your face. And I’m so very sorry for that. I promise to make it up to you.”
I melted into his arms. “Just make sure cooking is not involved in that plan.”
His shoulders shook as he laughed. “It won’t be.”
“I love you, too, Leo. So much.” I placed my hand on the side of his face. “Losing you hurt so badly. But finding you again made it all worth it.”
“Listen to me…” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You never really lost me, not for one single, excruciating moment.”
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Leo
Track 25: “Yellow” by Coldplay
The past few months here on Narragansett with Felicity had been the closest to a normal life I’d ever had.
After a week at the rental house, I moved in to her place. We spent every waking minute of the day together, making up for lost time, aside from the hours when she needed to study. Whenever she was busy, there was plenty for me to do between home repairs and taking care of the vast land, which now—in the dead of winter—required snow removal nearly every other day.
I kept in touch with my subordinates in England to make sure our properties had everything they needed. It was amazing, really, what I was able to get done remotely. The only major complication was that my mother was still not speaking to me. I knew she’d come around eventually, so I wasn’t sweating it. If for some reason she didn’t, it would be her loss.
Thankfully, my attorney back home was able to expedite the divorce, which had just been finalized. It sped up the process when I didn’t dispute anything Darcie wanted financially. I never believed she’d married me for my wealth or a title, but Darcie felt she deserved something substantial for the pain I’d put her through. I didn’t disagree. Thankfully, as a result, she and I were in as good a place as we probably ever were going to be. While she’d likely never forgive me, she had come to terms with the end of our union. She seemed to be looking forward to the future and a fresh start. I’d even heard through the rumor mill that she’d started dating. I only hoped she was careful. There would be no shortage of men looking to capitalize on her newfound inheritance.
Although my days in Narragansett thus far had been bliss, always lurking in the background was the fact that eventually I would have to return to England, at least part time. I couldn’t stay away forever. But the picture of what that would look like was still fuzzy. Felicity and I hadn’t really hashed out the logistics of our future. It was a conversation I’d been putting off for far too long.