Our lips crush together again, and we start to fly off into the night. I groan into her, hands gripping her to me tightly as my tongue finds hers. She whimpers into my lips, kissing me hungrily and desperately before she slowly pulls away and glances out the window.
“Where are we going, by the way?”
“Home.”
Leanna arches her brow. “You mean…”
“Yes.”
She frowns, chewing on her lip. “Brooks, I don’t—”
“I know.”
I know she moved ten months ago to a condo near work, downtown. But she kept the house we’re on our way to. Our house.
Our home.
And that’s where we’re going. That’s where I’m going to make her mine all over again. But first, I’m going to remind her just how much I crave her.
She gasps as I pull her into my lap, legs spreading around my hips as she whimpers and settles onto me. My hands skim her thighs, pushing that dress up as she kisses me hungrily, cupping my face.
“Brooks—”
“You’re all mine, angel,” I growl. “And I’m about to take it all back all over again.”
4
Leanna
I’m dreaming.
It’s the only logical explanation. After all, how else could any of this possibly be happening? It’s too surreal to be real. A year after he vanished, Brooks is here. And not just Brooks, a fantasy version of Brooks.
He’s even more gorgeous somehow. Hotter. Even more handsome as if that was even possible. He’s bigger too, and stronger—even more intense than he was before.
And in a suit.
I mean, that alone says this isn’t real. When has the man I married ever not been in jeans and a white t-shirt? I mean, jeans and a t-shirt looking like pure sex, of course, but still. And of course, there’s the fact that we’re flying over San Francisco in a freaking helicopter with “O’Neil Enterprises” on the side of it.
His last name.
My last name.
But if this is a dream, I never want to wake up. But then, he just keeps kissing me, and I know I’m not asleep. I know I’m wide freaking awake, and that the man who’s lap I’m perched on, who’s mouth I’m kissing with everything I have, is so real.
We were lied to.
His words blaze through me, and suddenly, I’m pulling away, shaking my head.
“My father…” my body tenses with anger. “That’s who told you I’d left you?”
He holds back, and I know it’s because even if my father is a bastard and never liked him, Brooks won’t talk negatively about him in front of me.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” he finally growls.
I swear, whirling, rage blowing up inside of me.
“Leanna—”
“No, this…”
I’m shaking. But slowly, he pulls me into him.
“I’m here now.”
His eyes blaze into mine, his full attention locked onto me.
“I’m here, I’ve got you,” he murmurs. His hand tightens on me in a way that sends a thrill through me. “And I am never leaving you again.”
“My father…”
“I left, Leanna,” he says quietly, his face darkening. “I could have stayed.”
“You should have stayed,” I pout.
His mouth tightens.
“I had to make something of myself.”
“You never had to—”
“I did,” he growls. “I never wanted to leave you, but I had to carve a piece of this world for us.”
“You didn’t though!” I say, anger still in my voice. But I know what he means. I know a life where Brooks just lived off my trust fund or handouts from my father is never anything he could or would have done. And neither of us knew I’d end up getting the killer job I have now back then. Brooks left because the man in him had the base need to provide.
…Even if it hurt so bad when he left.
I sink back into him, kissing him as the city lights twinkles under us.
“I think I pissed off your date back there.”
I roll my eyes. “Not my date.”
I look him in the eyes.
“Th—there hasn’t been anyone else, you know,” I say quietly.
“Leanna—”
“There hasn’t been.” My voice is fierce, my eyes burning into his. “Not one. No one’s touched these lips, no one’s…” I shake my head. “None of me was ever for anyone else.”
He growls, hands tightening on me.
“Good,” he murmurs, his gaze holding mine fiercely. “I’d hate to ruin our reunion by going to jail for killing some bastard who put his hands on you.”
I grin, biting my lips as he moves to my neck. God, that possessiveness in him is… intoxicating. It’s not smothering, like it might be with any other man. With Brooks though, all it does is set a fire in me, knowing that I’m all his—his in a way that feels so safe, and perfect, and amazing.
“Fuck I missed this. Right here,” he growls, kissing and sucking at that spot on my neck he knows is a trigger for me.
And it still is.
I gasp, groaning as I push down onto his lap. The feel of his lips on that magic spot sending heat tingling through my core, and he growls quietly.