Coming Home(111)

He moaned quietly into her mouth, and every tingle, every delicious sizzle of electricity that had been dancing over her skin collected at once, melting together until it felt like her entire body was humming.

Within seconds, their kisses had grown feverish and their breathing labored, the soft rasping sound of it blending with the music in the background. She had never known what it was to lose control until she’d met him; she’d felt it the night he’d given her the block of concrete, and she knew she was already there again, in that place where the only thing that mattered was what her body wanted, where she needed to be touched and how, where she wanted to touch him.

There was nothing else but that. No thought, no reason, no consequences. Nothing existed except his mouth on hers and his hands on her body and the crushing desire for more, more, more.

She reluctantly broke their kiss, and Danny grunted softly as her lips left his. He watched her ease up onto the bed behind them, crawling backward until she was kneeling in the center of it. Leah crossed her arms in front of her body and gripped the hem of her sweater, pulling it up over her head before tossing it to the floor, and Danny’s eyes finally left hers as they dropped to take her in.

His chest rose and fell quickly as his eyes raked over her body, and it was as if she could actually feel them trailing over her skin.

And then he leaned forward, placing his hands on the foot of the bed as he began crawling toward her.

She felt her legs go weak, and she dropped from her kneeling position to sit on her calves just as his lips met hers again. He applied gentle pressure, pushing her backward until she fell onto the pile of pillows behind her.

Danny held his weight in his arms as he kissed her, nudging her legs apart with his hips before lowering his body onto hers.

She gasped as she felt his pressure between her thighs, and when he gently pushed his hips into her, she moaned into his mouth.

“That sound,” he said hoarsely between kisses. “Do you have any idea what that sound does to me?”

His mouth moved seamlessly down her throat, and when she felt the heat of his kisses on the swell of her breast, she arched up slightly, tangling her fingers in his hair.

His hands slid between her body and the mattress, and she felt him take the clasp of her bra between his fingers.

“Can I?” he whispered against her skin, and she nodded fervently, arching up higher.

The clasp popped open, and Danny pulled the garment from her body before dropping it over the side of the bed. And then his mouth was back on her, this time without the barrier of clothing between them, and her hips thrust upward of their own accord as she sucked in a sharp breath.

His hands came to her hips, pinning them to the bed as he kissed his way back up her neck, stopping just before their lips touched.

“Easy,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on her mouth, and then he was gone again, trailing his mouth down the center of her body.

Leah closed her eyes and reached above her, grasping the headboard as she tried to keep herself still. Instead of focusing on what she wanted to happen, she started concentrating on what was happening right now. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know where he would touch her next—whether it would be with his lips, his tongue, or his hands—and the anticipation only amplified whatever he was doing, so that the tiniest graze of his finger set her on fire.

She felt him remove her jeans, but she kept her eyes closed, holding her breath as she waited for his next move.

“Leah,” he said softly, and she opened her eyes and looked at him.

He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with her jeans in his hand, and he dropped them on the floor as his eyes traveled up the length of her body, laid out for him like an offering. He shook his head slightly before he lifted his eyes to hers.