“Yes. Definitely.”
“Okay.” He wraps his arms around me, resting his forehead lightly against mine. “We’re okay.”
“Your jaw and your eye are hurt.”
“Eh,” he says. Such a tough guy.
“What the hell must your brother think?”
“That your ex-husband is a raging asshole. But then he pretty much already knew that from the last time Ryan stopped by.”
“That’s true,” I concede.
“Ed knows this isn’t on you. Try not to worry,” he says, escorting me up the steps and to the door.
It’s good to get inside away from prying eyes. Even better to close the condo door behind us and lock the whole world outside. The cool calm of home is a soothing balm on my frazzled nerves.
“We need to get some ice on your face,” I say.
“Hold on.” He steers me toward the table. “Do me a favor and lean over.”
“What?”
All of a sudden he’s on his knees behind me. His hands start pushing up the skirt of my light summer dress, exposing my panties. Then my underwear is dragged halfway down my thighs exposing my ass to one and all, but mostly just to him.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Checking your butt.” Warm fingers slide over the skin there. “It’s a little-known specialty of mine. I am in fact a derriere doctor of some renown.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. But the only ass I want to see is yours,” he says, with a smile in his voice. “In fact, I’m willing to make a thorough study of these babies. These pale orbs of loveliness.”
I laugh.
“I can see a red mark, but nothing serious. You’re good to go.” He cups his hands over my ass cheeks, giving them a pat or something. I honestly don’t know what he’s doing down there. But he certainly does seem committed to the cause.
“Thank you for checking,” I say. On the curve of one ass cheek, he gives me a kiss. “Leif, this is very strange. What are you up to back there?”
“We’ve now progressed to the ass-kissing apology stage of things.”
“Ah.”
He wraps his hands around my hips and presses his face to the small of my back. “I’m sorry you were worried. I’ll try harder to keep my temper in check when it comes to that sad sack of shit.”
“Thank you.”
“God knows, I’d come running back like my pants were on fire if I lost you.”
“Well, let’s try and avoid that then,” I say. “I don’t want to lose you either.”
“Good. It’d be very pathetic. I’m talking begging.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. Your skin is so soft here.” He rubs his thumb over the indentations of my spine. And you smell good.”
“It’s just lotion.”
“Hmm.” He licks over the dimples above my ass, following it up with a nip of the teeth. Making a shiver run down my back. Next, cunning fingers are tugging my panties low enough that they go into freefall and hit the ground at my feet. “Get rid of them, Anna.”
“My panties?”
“Yeah.”
I do as asked, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. For a butt-cheek health check followed by an apology, we sure are moving to the sexing stage of things pretty fast. Though considering one of us doesn’t have our pants on, it was bound to happen.
His hand slides over my belly heading south and oh yeah. This is good. I could have sworn I wasn’t the least bit turned on two minutes ago. Tension and anger and worry had me wrapped up tight. But now I need it. I need him. To assure me everything’s okay. That we’re still together and intact after that bullshit outside.
“Turn around,” he says, sounding impatient.
I don’t need to be asked twice. A dining chair is dragged out of the way and the edge of my ass is set on the table. His gaze is heated and expression determined. Like getting access to me up close and personal is all that’s on his mind right now. Like being with me is all he wants and God knows I want to be with him too. He doesn’t get off his knees and my dress is soon rucked up to my waist at the front too. Then it’s all I can do to hold on as he positions my legs over his shoulder and makes merry with my girl parts.
“Fuck,” I mutter at the first flick of his tongue against my clit. “You’re so good at this.”
“Customer satisfaction is very important to me.”
“As long as your client base is limited to me, that is fine and dandy.”
He chuckles and licks over my labia. He sucks and nips and pauses every now and then to graze his stubble against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. A flurry of kisses is placed on my mound, then he’s back at it again, fucking me with his tongue. I never know what he’s going to give me next. It makes it hella exciting. When he adds a finger to the mix, pumping it in and out of me, I can’t keep my eyelids open any longer. It’s all too much. Too good.