“I’ve missed this beautiful pussy so much.”
That was the last thing he said before he lowered himself, spread my legs wide, and penetrated me, closing his eyes until he was completely inside. We both let out unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
What started off slow soon became a frantic and desperate race to consume each other. We’d had sex in many different positions, but this one—missionary, with all of Leo’s weight on top of me, holding me down while he fucked me as hard as he could—was my absolute favorite. There were no words for how it felt to have the man I loved inside of me again.
“Fuck, this is even better than I remembered,” he groaned. “Tell me if I’m being too rough.”
As the bed shook, I dug into his back with my nails, holding on to him for dear life. I wasn’t anywhere near ready for this to be over, but as his balls slapped against my ass, I felt myself about to orgasm much faster than I anticipated.
He searched my eyes to confirm I was indeed losing it. “Yeah?”
I breathed out, “Yeah.”
“I can fucking feel it,” he said, his eyes rolling back as he started to come, banging me harder to the finish line.
The heat of his load through the condom was the cherry on top as my muscles pulsated around him. No one could ever make me climax the way Leo did.
We panted over one another, neither of us wanting to let go. After several minutes, Leo left to dispose of the condom before returning to bed.
We faced each other as he looped his fingers with mine. “Not only do I not want you to leave me tonight, I don’t want to spend another night away from you ever again, if I can help it.”
“That can be arranged.”
“I have to say something,” he said, his expression turning serious.
My eyes widened, but I managed a nod.
“I love you, Felicity Dunleavy. Even though I’ve written it to you and said it in so many roundabout ways, I’ve never told you to your face. And I’m so very sorry for that. I promise to make it up to you.”
I melted into his arms. “Just make sure cooking is not involved in that plan.”
His shoulders shook as he laughed. “It won’t be.”
“I love you, too, Leo. So much.” I placed my hand on the side of his face. “Losing you hurt so badly. But finding you again made it all worth it.”
“Listen to me…” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You never really lost me, not for one single, excruciating moment.”
* * *
Leo
Track 25: “Yellow” by Coldplay
The past few months here on Narragansett with Felicity had been the closest to a normal life I’d ever had.
After a week at the rental house, I moved in to her place. We spent every waking minute of the day together, making up for lost time, aside from the hours when she needed to study. Whenever she was busy, there was plenty for me to do between home repairs and taking care of the vast land, which now—in the dead of winter—required snow removal nearly every other day.
I kept in touch with my subordinates in England to make sure our properties had everything they needed. It was amazing, really, what I was able to get done remotely. The only major complication was that my mother was still not speaking to me. I knew she’d come around eventually, so I wasn’t sweating it. If for some reason she didn’t, it would be her loss.
Thankfully, my attorney back home was able to expedite the divorce, which had just been finalized. It sped up the process when I didn’t dispute anything Darcie wanted financially. I never believed she’d married me for my wealth or a title, but Darcie felt she deserved something substantial for the pain I’d put her through. I didn’t disagree. Thankfully, as a result, she and I were in as good a place as we probably ever were going to be. While she’d likely never forgive me, she had come to terms with the end of our union. She seemed to be looking forward to the future and a fresh start. I’d even heard through the rumor mill that she’d started dating. I only hoped she was careful. There would be no shortage of men looking to capitalize on her newfound inheritance.
Although my days in Narragansett thus far had been bliss, always lurking in the background was the fact that eventually I would have to return to England, at least part time. I couldn’t stay away forever. But the picture of what that would look like was still fuzzy. Felicity and I hadn’t really hashed out the logistics of our future. It was a conversation I’d been putting off for far too long.
One afternoon after she’d come in from food shopping, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I found her in the kitchen. “We need to talk, love.”
Felicity searched my face. “I don’t know if I like your tone. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, of course. I just want to talk about our plans for the coming months. Each day, I haven’t wanted to look beyond tomorrow, but I think the time has come that we need to discuss it.”
She placed her items in the cupboard. “I’m glad you brought it up. I hadn’t wanted to put a damper on things either, because we’ve been having such a great time living in denial.”
“You know I’ve always wanted to protect you from the stress of being in the public eye. The drama of my divorce with Darcie has tapered a bit, but the moment I show up in Westfordshire with another woman on my arm, the shite’s going to hit the fan. It was a miracle no one leaked anything to the gossip rags when you were there before. We dodged a bullet.”
“Are you feeling like it’s time to return to England?”
“Not quite yet. I’m definitely not ready. And when I do, it will be on a part-time basis. But when you come back with me, which I hope you will, it’s going to be like stepping into the fire, for a while, at least. Are you okay with that?”
She took a deep breath. “I ran away from you once in fear of what people would think. I’m not gonna do it again.” Felicity took both of my hands in hers. “Being apart isn’t an option. I’ll walk through that fire. Hell, I’ll dance through it with both middle fingers up. I’ll do whatever I have to, because I’m not letting anyone take this away from us again.”
There wasn’t anything sexier than hearing a woman say she’d walk through fire for you.
I kissed her so hard. “Thank you, my beautiful. I won’t let you give up your dreams for me. I’ll travel back and forth if I have to. I don’t expect you to live there full time. But in an ideal world, you and I would spend time in both places—Narragansett and Westfordshire—even if it’s not right away.”
“My goals in life aren’t what they used to be,” she said. “I’ll still practice law. But it’s going to have to be on my own terms, because I won’t take a job that’s going to require me to live apart from you for any great length of time. I’ve been there and done that. Career is important to me, but not as important as family.” She paused. “You’re my family, Leo.”
There was nothing more I’d ever wanted to be. For weeks, I’d worried about this conversation, worried that she might feel threatened by my mother or the prospect of returning to the UK with me. But I should have known better. I should have known my girl was tough as steel. That was something I’d always loved about her.