Coming Home(112)

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

She released the headboard and sat up, taking his face in her hands as she kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel the rough material of his shirt against her breasts, and she reached down and tugged the hem.

“I want to feel your skin on mine,” she said against his mouth, and he nodded before he broke the kiss, reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off. Leah brought her hands to his chest, tracing the contours with her fingertips before trailing them down over his stomach.

He remained perfectly still, his eyes closed and his breathing shallow as she touched him. His body was strong, lean and muscled, and she kissed along the top of his chest before she lay back onto the mattress and pulled him with her.

“You feel good like this,” she whispered, running her hands over his back as the skin of his chest brushed against hers with every movement.

He slowly brought his mouth back to hers, his kisses once again careful and measured. It seemed like every single one was designed to tease and torment her, and after several minutes of his gorgeous torture, she was squirming beneath him.

Leah whimpered pathetically against his mouth, and she felt it curve into a smile.

“Relax, sweet girl,” he said, his lips grazing hers as he spoke. “I’m gonna make you feel good this time, I promise.”

He lowered his head and kissed her, and then she felt his hand trail down her stomach before it slipped below the front of her panties.

Her hands flew back up to the headboard as she tried to regain the control she had managed before, but it was just like the last time he’d touched her that way; it was like he’d known her body for years. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it, and within two minutes of him touching her, she was panting heavily, her hips lifting off the bed as she neared her release.

Suddenly his hand stilled, and Leah’s eyes flashed open as she lifted her head.

“Why are you stopping?” she breathed, and he smiled before he leaned over and kissed her neck.

“Not yet,” he murmured against her skin.

“Danny,” she started, and then he covered her mouth with his. She wanted to protest. Hell, she wanted to plead. But when he kissed her that way, the only thing she could bring herself to do was kiss him back.

After a minute he lifted his head, watching her reaction as he began moving his hand again, and she bit her lip to stifle the sound building in her throat as she turned away from him. She hadn’t known it would be like that—that she could pick right up where she left off that easily. Leah squeezed her eyes shut as her legs began to quiver, and this time as she started to gasp, he removed his hand from her body completely.

She slapped her hands down on the mattress and threw her head back. “Oh, son of a bitch!” she cried, and he laughed softly, kissing along her jawline.

“Swear jar,” he said, nuzzling beneath her ear.

She slid both hands up into her hair as she tried to catch her breath. “You’re making me crazy,” she panted.

“I know,” he said, licking the spot beneath her ear. “You have no idea how sexy you are right now.”

“Danny,” she breathed, bringing her hands to his face and forcing him to look at her. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

He leaned down so that their noses touched as he reached between them and slid her underwear over her hips, and she shimmied out of them before kicking them away.

And when his hand slid down her stomach again, she gripped his wrist, stopping him.

He froze, lifting his head to look at her.