Coming Home(150)

“Do what?” she asked softly, running her fingers through the back of his hair.

“You make it stop hurting,” he said against her skin. “Every time.”

Leah exhaled as she brought her hand to his chin, lifting his head before she brought her mouth to his.

He kissed her hard as he pushed her jeans and underwear down over her hips, and she shimmied her legs before stepping out of them. Danny’s hands came to the clasp of her bra, and Leah slipped her hand into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and opening it as she continued to kiss him.

When she found was she was looking for, she dropped his wallet on the floor and started opening the package, and Danny released her momentarily as his hands came to the buckle of his belt, undoing it quickly. His mouth never left hers as she put it on him, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun them so her back was up against the wall before he reached down and gripped the back of her knee.

He hitched her leg up and entered her in one smooth movement, and Leah gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck, using his shoulders as leverage as she held herself up and hooked her other leg around his waist.

His hands came to the back of her thighs, holding her weight as he pressed her into the wall and rocked into her.

“Leah,” he groaned, but there was contrition in his voice.

“It’s okay,” she said softly before kissing his mouth. “It’s okay.”

He cursed under his breath as he moved against her again, and Leah held on tight as her head fell forward, her cheek rubbing against the scruff on his jaw.

She was prepared for him to be rough, like the night after the fight at Paddy’s, but after his first few thrusts, the movement of his hips slowed, and his lips on her neck grew gentle. The sudden change in pace caused goose bumps to erupt over her body, and she made a tiny noise of approval before she could stop herself.

She didn’t want this to be about her. She didn’t want him to be concerned with making her feel good. She wanted him to get lost in her and forget that he was hurting for as long as he could.

Leah rolled her hips against him, showing him it was okay to take her the way he wanted, but he shook his head, the movement of his hips now torturously slow.

“Like this,” he said against her mouth. “I need you like this.”

Her eyes rolled back slightly as she tried to stifle a moan, but the hum of her approval escaped anyway, and he leaned forward, taking her bottom lip between his own as he pulled almost completely out of her. He held himself there for several seconds before he pushed back in, and her head fell back to the wall with a thud as she tightened her legs around his hips.

Danny pressed his lips to the base of her throat. “Sweet girl,” he whispered against her skin, and then he released one of her thighs as he wrapped his arm around her lower back and turned them from the wall.

He walked them the few steps over to the couch before he let go of her other leg, using his hand to support them as he lowered her back onto the cushions. She made a tiny sound of protest when their bodies disconnected, and Danny reached up quickly, pulling his shirt over his head before he lowered himself onto her.

He slid his arms between her back and the cushions, holding her against his body as he starting moving again, his strokes long and unhurried.

“I love you,” he said against her neck. “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.”

“Danny,” she breathed, tightening her hold on him.

The scruff of his jaw scratched her collarbone as he kissed along her throat and the top of her shoulder. “I don’t want you to ever leave me.”