Coming Home(115)

Leah leaned against the counter with her hip, slowly screwing the cap back on, and that’s when her eyes landed on it.

She smiled, placing the bottle on the counter as she opened the drawer in front of her and pulled out two forks. After she had removed a candle from the box on the counter and lit it in the center of the cake, Leah grabbed the forks and bumped the drawer closed with her hip before she made her way back to the bedroom.

Danny was lying in her bed, the sheet riding low on his hips and both hands clasped behind his head, causing his biceps to bulge.

He was sex incarnate lying there like that, and Leah was tempted to toss the cake over her shoulder and crawl on top of him.

Danny laughed when he saw what she was holding, and he sat up as she placed the cake on the bed before climbing on behind it.

“You have to make a wish this year,” Leah said.

He smiled at her before he closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, making a big show of pondering what he should wish for. And then his expression straightened, and with his eyes still closed, he blew out the candle.

When he opened them and looked at her, his gaze was adoring, and she leaned forward and kissed him softly before she handed him a fork.

Danny lay on his side, propping his head up on his hand, and Leah mirrored his position, facing him with the cake resting on the bed between them.

They ate until they couldn’t take another bite, and Leah moved what was left of the cake to her dresser before she came back to the bed.

“You look good in my shirt,” he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her on top of him. He held her hands to the bed on either side of his body, and when she looked down at him, he quirked his brow suggestively.

She smiled, leaning down until their lips were almost touching. “What are you, insatiable?”

Danny laughed softly; his warm breath smelled like cake, and Leah wet her lips before closing the tiny space between them and pressing her mouth to his.

An hour later, she was lying on her side with Danny’s arm around her waist and his chest pressed against her back. As she skirted the border between consciousness and sleep, Leah felt him sweep her hair over her shoulder, and then his mouth was on the back of her neck.

She tilted her head forward, an involuntary reaction that gave him better access, but she couldn’t manage much more than that.

“Mmm,” she hummed sleepily. “If you wanna go again, just try not to wake me while you’re doing it.”

He laughed against the back of her neck before removing his lips from her skin. The air felt cool now compared to the heat of his mouth, and when he trailed the tip of his finger down the back of her neck, she shivered.

His arm slid over her waist again as he pulled her against him, and Leah snuggled back into his chest with a sigh.

“What does it mean?” he asked softly.

“Hmm?” she hummed, her eyes still closed.

“This,” he said, trailing the tip of his finger over her neck again.

Right over her tattoo.

“Oh,” she murmured, her voice soft with sleep. “It means a couple of things.”

“Tell me,” he said, his breath fluttering her hair.

Leah trailed her fingertips up and down his forearm. “In Celtic, the spiral triskele is the symbol for mother. That’s actually the first reason I was drawn to it.”

He kissed the back of her shoulder as she said, “But the triskele itself is usually a symbol for the progression of life…how it’s constantly changing, but it always brings us to another beginning,” she mumbled sleepily. “Always a new start. And I love the idea of that.”