Coming Home(113)

“That’s not what I meant,” she said softly.

Danny pulled his brow together, and she released his wrist, lowering her eyes as she reached between them, fumbling with the button of his jeans before she popped it open. As she slid his zipper down, she raised her eyes back to his, and understanding swept over his face.

“Leah,” he said huskily. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. She was sure about this. She was sure about him. She was sure about them. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind anymore where she belonged.

“I want you,” she said, running the backs of her fingers over his stomach. “And I don’t just mean tonight. I want us, Danny.”

He closed the small distance between them, pressing her back into the pillows as he kissed her deeply, and Leah gripped the waistband of his jeans and boxers and slid them down over his hips.

Danny removed them the rest of the way, grabbing his wallet out of the pocket before he tossed them on the floor behind him. Leah watched him remove a condom and open the wrapper, and all at once, her stomach twisted with anxiety.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths.

“Leah,” he said gently, placing his hands on her thighs, and she opened her eyes.

She could see the concern on his face, and she reached out for him; he came down to her immediately, resting his weight on his elbows as he cradled her face.

“I’m okay,” she said with a tiny smile. “I’m just a little nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” he asked, playing with the hair by her temple, and she closed her eyes.

It had been so long for her, and she just wanted it to be good for him. The way he made her feel tonight was so far beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She wanted to make him feel that way too.

“It’s just that…it’s been a while,” she said, her eyes trained on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he said gently, and she lifted her eyes to his. “You’re in control here. However you want this to go, whatever you need, just tell me.”

She smiled softly. Of course he was thinking of her.

“I’m not nervous about me,” she said, watching her fingers draw patterns on his shoulder. “I just…I want to make you feel good.”

She glanced up just in time to see his dimples slowly appear. “Leah,” he said through a laugh. He circled his fingers around her wrist and guided her hand down between them until she was touching him.

Oh God.

“You feel that?” he asked softly. “That’s how you make me feel. And we haven’t even started yet.”

She made a tiny sound as she closed her hand around him and guided him to her body, and he exhaled in a rush, dropping his forehead to hers.

And then he was pressing into her.

She reached up and clutched the back of his shoulders, and as soon as his hips were flush with hers, her entire body erupted in goose bumps.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, and Leah saw the muscle in the side of his jaw flex before he tentatively moved against her. She arched her head back as a shiver ran through her body, and she felt his hands slide between her and the mattress, holding her hips against his own as he rocked into her again.

“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he breathed.

She wanted to answer. She wanted him to know what he was doing to her, but his rhythm had effectively stolen any and all words from her mouth. Instead she wrapped her arms around him, groaning and sighing into his shoulder as every one of his movements pushed her closer to the brink she’d been teetering on all night.