It’s so soft, and so tender, and it’s the only spark I need to light the whole fucking world on fire. I growl as I kiss her fiercely, lips parting, my tongue seeking hers, my hand sliding around her body as I pull her tight to me, like I’ll never let her go.
Because I won’t. Not ever again.
I keep on kissing her, ignoring the camera flashes, and the maître d tapping on my shoulder. Fuck them all. I kiss her until I’ve gotten my temporary fill, before I pull away. She’s panting, fire in her eyes as they lock on me. There are so many questions that need answering, so many things to say, but for now, all we need is this.
I take her hands, and she blushes fiercely as I kiss them both.
“Let’s go.”
“Where—”
“Home,” I growl, and before she knows it, I’ve scooped her up into my arms, like a groom carrying his bride, and carry her away.
I storm out of that restaurant and into a waiting town car. I can see the millions of questions in her eyes. The car, the cash I threw at the maître d when he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about her bar tab. The suit. She’s used to roughneck me. She’s used to plaid shirts and ripped jeans. She’s about to know the new me too though.
The second the town car door closes, I’ve got her in my lap, my lips searing to hers as she moans into my mouth. The partition is up between us and the driver, and I take full advantage. My hands slide up, pushing her lily-white dress up those long, smooth, creamy legs of hers. She gasps, grinding to me, panting as I growl into her mouth. My cock throbs rock hard, pulsing against the heat between her thighs, hungry for more. Hungry to taste her once again after all this time.
We just keep kissing—no words, just lips—as the car winds through the streets until we get to the helipad by the pier. The car stops, and I pull away, letting her off my lap as the driver opens the door for us. Leanna is blushing, panting, and I can still see a gazillion questions in her eyes as I step out, straightening my tailored suit before I reach back to help her out. Her jaw drops at the waiting helicopter when she realizes it’s for us.
…Or maybe it’s that she sees my name emblazoned across the side of it.
“Brooks,” she whispers, her hand tightening in mine. “What is this?”
“It’s a helicopter.”
She grins, rolling her eyes as she pulls close. She tilts her head back, and when she leans up, I groan and lean in to close the distance. Her soft lips press to mine, and when I pull her into me gently, she melts against my body.
“I mean,” she breathes. “Why is there a helicopter with your name on it? Who…” she shakes her head. “The suit, that watch,” she blinks as she looks up into my eyes, biting her lip as she smiles.
“What is all this?”
“I can explain it all, but first, we need to go.”
I take her hand, helping her duck as we run towards the waiting chopper. An attendant helps us up into the passenger area—luxurious and noise insulated so we don’t need ear protection or anything and shuts the door. He gives the thumbs up, and the pilot starts to take us up.
Leanna gasps, pulling into me, excitement on her face as she stares in awe at the city as we lift off into the night sky.
“Where did you come from?” She whispers, turning to me.
“Anywhere and everywhere, to get you back,” I groan back, kissing her.
She melts against me again, before suddenly, she pulls back, looking down. “Brooks—”
“There’s never been anyone else, angel,” I growl. It’s time to correct the lies, right here, right now. “Not ever.”
She starts to look away.
“No,” I growl, cupping her jaw, my eyes burning into hers. “I’m not saying that like a line or to be poetic or some shit. I’m saying it because there has literally never been anyone else.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Leanna, we were lied to. They tried to keep us apart, angel,” I say quietly.
She stares at me incredulously. “Brooks, what are you saying?”
“They told you I met someone else, and they told me you divorced me.”
Her jaw hits the floor. “Hang on, what!?”
I just shake my head, my jaw clenched, thinking of all the time wasted believing the bullshit.
“There’s only ever been you, angel.”
“You thought I divorced you?” she whispers, her voice pained.
“I didn’t want to, but…” I shake my head. “And you thought I left you for another woman?”
She bites her lip. “I was so mad at you.”
“How could you ever think that?”
“Right now,” she whispers, leaning into me. “I have no idea.”