She lowered her mouth over his piercing as he pulled her panties down, and they puddled at her feet. He grabbed her ass with one hand, working her clit with the other. She moaned around his nipple, and he quickened his efforts. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back.
“I need your mouth on me,” he growled, and she dragged her tongue over and around his piercing. “Tug it with your teeth.” She tugged his piercing, and he groaned. “Fuck yeah. Again.”
He pushed his fingers inside her, using his thumb on her clit as they drove each other wild. She gasped several quick inhalations, her legs flexing. He grabbed her hair, taking her in a punishingly intense kiss as he worked her faster, sending her over the edge. She cried out into their kisses, her hips thrusting, inner muscles clenching tight around his fingers as he swallowed her sinful sounds. As she came down from the clouds, he tore his mouth away, guiding hers back to his nipple, but her trembling hands moved lower, working the button on his jeans open and pushing them down. As he stepped out of them, she palmed him through his briefs.
He grabbed her wrist. “Baby, you’re playing with fire. I haven’t been with anyone since I set eyes on you.”
“You…” She swallowed hard. “Really?”
The emotions in her voice brought his lips to hers in a passionate, promissory kiss. “There’s only you, darlin’.”
All the emotions he’d heard coalesced with a seductive look that reached all the way up to her eyes, and she kissed a trail down his stomach, every touch of her lips making his cock jerk with anticipation. She yanked down his briefs, and his erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Her eyes widened, brimming with desire as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft and dragged her tongue across the broad head, sending heat blazing through him. His hips rocked forward. Her gaze darted up to his for only a second, as if she were checking in with him, and then she licked him from base to tip. His beard hit his chest with a hiss, and she glanced up again. Curious innocence looked back at him, and he realized this was new for her. His emotions reeled, and two thoughts moved to the forefront of his mind. He was the luckiest motherfucker on the planet to be with Leah, and if he continued standing while she had her mouth on him, he was likely to thrust his dick so far down her throat she’d choke.
He took her hand and lifted her to her feet. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” she said, pink cheeked.
Her trust felt like a gift. “God, Lee. You slay me.” He kissed her deeply and sat on the edge of the bed, bringing her between his legs. “Get on your knees, baby. You’ll be more comfortable.”
She knelt before him, trapping her lower lip between her teeth. He leaned forward and kissed her lip free.
“Lift up on your knees.” When she did, he took her hand, licking it from fingertip to palm, and wrapped it around his cock. “Work me tight and suck me hard.”
She lowered her mouth over his cock, moving slowly, her hand following her lips along his shaft. Watching her pleasuring him was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, but her careful movements had him grinding his teeth, needing more. He covered her hand with his, squeezing tighter. “Hold it like you need it, baby.” She tightened her grip. “That’s it. Suck harder.” He pushed his hands into her hair as she sucked harder and stroked tighter. It took all his restraint to let her set her pace. “So good,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
Her efforts intensified as her confidence grew. She reached for his nipple ring, and he pressed her hand against his chest.
“You do that and I’ll come hard and fast.” He kissed her palm. “I’m not done with your mouth yet, sweetheart.”
She smiled around his cock and worked him faster, tighter, and so damn perfect, it took everything he had to keep from coming. He reached between her legs, his fingers gliding through her wetness. She inhaled sharply, her beautiful eyes flicking up to his as she loved him with her mouth.
“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to take care of my special girl, did you?”
Appreciation glittered in her eyes. He pressed on her clit, and she moaned, her eyes closing. They pleasured each other right up to the edge of madness. “I want to come in your mouth,” he growled. “If you don’t want that, tell me now.”
She sucked harder, worked him faster.
“My fucking goddess. Don’t stop sucking while you come, baby. It’ll make it even better for both of us.”
He quickened his efforts between her legs, and her eyes squeezed closed. She sucked harder. Heat skated down his spine, and just as her climax gripped her, he gave in to his own powerful release. He gritted out her name as their bodies rocked and jerked. She rode his fingers, loving him with her mouth and taking everything he had to give, until they both went limp. He leaned over her, threading his fingers into her hair, and gently tugged her head back. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and red, her eyes dazed.
He brushed his lips over hers. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being close to you.” He punctuated his words with a passionate kiss and lifted her into his lap. He gathered her hair in one hand, caressing her jaw with the other. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head with a small, sated smile and rested her head on his shoulder. He held her for a long time, reveling in their closeness, the new level of intimacy binding them together. Eventually they put clothes on. Then he gathered her in his arms and gazed into her sleepy eyes, wanting nothing more than to sleep beside her and knowing she needed him to be strong enough not to. “I’ll be on the couch, darlin’.”
“Can you hold me first?”
So much for his strength. “Of course.”
She climbed into bed and he lay behind her, as he had every night for the last week. Only this time she turned in his arms, kissing him, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
She was quiet for the longest time before saying, “For being you.”
Unsure how to respond, he kissed her forehead, thinking about what she meant as she drifted off to sleep. He was still thinking about it when he headed into the living room. He lay on the couch and closed his eyes, resting his forearm over them. His thoughts were so full of Leah, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that the parts of himself he gave to her and the girls couldn’t exist for anyone else. He lowered his arm, realizing how he should have responded to her.
I’m only me because you’re you.
Maybe they were fated to be after all.
Chapter Thirteen
GINGER HADN’T BEEN kidding about making a day out of cooking while Tank and the guys went for their Sunday ride. Leah and the girls had arrived after lunch, and Ginger and Madigan had shuttled them straight to the grocery store. Growing up with a busy single father, Leah had learned that errands should be handled swiftly, with no dallying. She carried that lesson forward the way she did everything he’d taught her and had always tried to have River watch the girls while she shopped, because it took twice as long with them in tow. But Ginger doled out lessons like she did hugs, as if she had a never-ending supply, suggesting that kids took pride in learning responsibility and would enjoy cooking more and develop a better appreciation for it if they were included in every step of the process. That seemed a heavy load for such little girls, but as the girls collected ingredients, picked out pears and vegetables and put them in baggies, she saw pride on their little faces at their jobs well done.