His dick throbbed and he ached to squeeze it, but he needed his hand on her. As if reading his mind, she reached for him, slowly squeezing him from root to tip. Not enough to get him off, but enough to ease the ache.
Suddenly feeling exposed, he thought of all the different ways to take her. “Want to move this to the shower?” he asked.
“I’m comfortable right here,” she said, letting go of him.
“Seriously, I have this vision of you on that seat, sucking me off while I—”
“Lennon, stay here with me,” she whispered, grabbing his wrist and stopping his movements within her. “Make love to me, please.”
He ran his hand across his face, the scent of her on his fingers doing nothing to ease the flutters of panic. “I’m worried.”
“I know you are,” Georgia said. She pushed herself to sit upright, her legs either side of his knees. “Why?”
“I guess it’s the meeting with your brother.”
“You think he’s going to offer me a job?” She pressed her palm to his cheek, and he allowed himself to lean into it, to allow himself the comfort from another person he’d once been unable to take. In the steps and moments of his life, it was definitely progress.
“I do.”
Georgia climbed up onto his lap, her legs over his thighs. He placed his arms around her waist, wishing he’d thought to put on a prosthetic. He could hold her better with one on.
“Let’s say he does. Let’s imagine the worst outcome of breakfast is that he offers me a spot. What do you think will happen?”
Lennon studied her sincere coffee-colored eyes. “That you take it.”
Georgia shrugged. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. But I won’t do anything without talking it through with you. I can’t guarantee that my career is never going to take me away from Toronto. But I will guarantee that we’ll figure it out together.”
It had been two years since she’d finally moved to Toronto to be with him. Her job at Sick Kids Children’s Hospital was vitally important to her. More than that, it was a part of her, just like music was a part of him. She couldn’t live without it. He knew that. And he was a different man to the man he had been two years ago. That man had finally opened himself up to the idea he was worth loving, and he’d wanted to be surrounded by the men he loved most while he figured that out.
But now…
Now, he understood his worth. That he was worth loving, that he was worth listening to, that he was worth the commitments of friendship and love in all its forms.
He sighed and allowed the tension that had been building in his shoulders to drop. “You’re right.” He kissed her chastely. “I’d support you, you know. If it was a job-of-a-lifetime offer.”
Georgia smiled. “Thank you. And I love you for saying that. My career is so very important to me, Lennon. It’s a part of the way I define myself. It’s the reason I had my eggs frozen last year, just in case the clock runs out before we decide if we are ever ready for kids. But you…” Her eyes misted over. “You are my reason for being, Lennon. If I had to choose between my career and you again, I’d pick you a thousand times over.”
Lennon felt the sting of unfamiliar emotions, a sensation he struggled with despite years of therapy. Instead of finding the words, he lay her back down on the bed and kissed her in a way he hoped conveyed the wordless emotions he struggled to express.
Her hands came around his back as she moved against him, and this time he lifted his hips and eased into her, inch by inch. Goddamn, if being inside her wasn’t the best place on the fucking planet. He wanted to stay here, deep inside her where the world didn’t matter, his past didn’t count for shit, where he was loved for every imperfect part of his being.
She moved against him and he rolled them onto their sides, his arms around her, holding her pressed tightly against him. They could barely move, apart from their hips that moved slowly and oh-so-fucking-deeply against each other.
He barely withdrew, maybe halfway, keeping Georgia on edge and filled.
“Lennon,” Georgia gasped against his lips as she ground against him.
“I know, Babe. I love feeling this… connected.” God, he was so deep, as deep as he could get. And it still wasn’t enough. He pulled back an inch and pushed home again, savoring the way his body felt as it collided with hers.
He gripped her ass, pinning her in place, opening her to him.
Her wide eyes locked on him, her pupils dilated, lashes fluttering. “Mmm,” she moaned. “It feels so good.” She pressed a series of kisses to his neck, to his jaw, to his throat where it felt as though it were stuffed with cotton wool. He couldn’t speak. He had no words or music or rhythm to describe the way his world fell into place in moments like this. To the peaceful silence of his mind, to the way his heart literally expanded from the love flowing through it, so much so it felt as though it were likely to explode.
Gia was so wet for him, easing his shallow movements as he stayed so deep within her, his dick clambering for release. But he needed a few precious moments longer, a few precious moments where it was just him and Gia.
“I love you,” she whispered, running a hand through his hair the way he liked.
The words reached him, ricocheted around his brain. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” he gasped, increasing his pace to match hers, thrust for thrust.
Gia’s mouth met his, an opened mouth kiss that was more about connection than movement. “Lennon.” The word came out on a gasp as her hands moved to his ass, her short nails digging in as he drove in harder. “Lennon, please,” she begged, the sound reaching his soul. Only he could give her what she needed.
His thrusts became hard and forceful, deep and frantic.
“Yes,” Georgia cried. She placed her hands on either side of his face, her eyes bright and open and focused on him. Despite the fact his own orgasm was bearing down his spine, he stayed with her, his gaze holding hers as she came, shuddering against him. It was enough to tip him over the edge, and as she gasped for air against him, he came in forceful spurts inside her.
“I love… you… too,” he gasped as he rode out the waves of ecstatic pleasure.
Eventually, his movements slowed and then stopped, leaving them wrapped in each other’s arms. All that was left was a calm that soothed his body and soul like a balm.
Georgia’s fingers ran along his sensitive skin, a steady caress that prolonged the peace.
“Thank you,” Georgia whispered against the crook of his neck.
He pressed a kiss to the side of her face, unable to find words.
An hour later, Lennon found himself seated across from Randall. Being a petty asshole, Lennon had still not forgiven Randall for the way he had stood beside his father instead of with Georgia when their father had sued her over the rights to her grandfather’s New York apartment.
Gia took the seat next to him but didn’t open the menu.
Randall straightened the collar of his preppy short-sleeved shirt. “Merry Christmas, you two.”
“Thanks, and to you. Where are Meredith and the kids? We brought their gifts,” Gia said.
Randall shrugged, and something about the action made Lennon uncomfortable. “I figured we could talk first.”