He lets out a low chuckle. “Why do I feel so awkward?”
“I feel the same way.”
“You meant what you said?” He takes my hands in his. “You want to be with me still?”
“Yes. I really do. But like I also said, I still want my freedom. I want to work at the bookstore. Make my own money. I want to keep the apartment but I can also live here with you. I want the option to have my own space when I want it. But I miss you so much. I want to see you every day. It was torture being away from you.”
“I felt the same way. It was like a knife to my heart when I let you go but I knew I had to. I’m glad you found some independence.”
“I needed it. Thank you for that. But I also need you too. You make me happy, Leo. But there’s still so much to talk about. I don’t know your favorite color or your favorite food or your favorite singer. I don’t know anything. Before we can resume our marriage, I want to know you more. I want to date you.”
“I think I can agree to that. My favorite color is blue. My favorite food is a filet mignon. My favorite singer is… well, I don’t really have one. I don’t have that much time to listen to music. I just have my father’s albums I kept. Occasionally, I’ll listen to those. What about you?”
“My favorite color is purple. My favorite food is anything other than oatmeal. My mother made me eat it every day and it was horrible. And as for a singer, I don’t have one either. I wasn’t allowed much music. Just the occasional song my mother would play when she was feeling generous.”
“We have a lot more to learn,” he says. “Why don’t we start with music since we both need to discover what we like. We can discover it together.”
My smile stretches across my face. “I’d love that.”
“Does dating mean we can’t kiss? Or can I kiss you? Because I really want to fucking kiss you.”
I gasp as a heat spreads through me. “Yes. You can kiss me.”
Leo doesn’t hesitate to cup the back of my head and press his lips to mine. I eagerly return the kiss. Things become heated really fast as Leo lays me down onto the couch.
“Does dating also mean we can’t have sex or…”
I laugh. “We can. We just also need to talk more. Communicate more.”
“Thank god. I need you, Emma.”
“And I need you.” I arch into him as he kisses me harder. His hands find the edge of my pants and pushes them down, taking my underwear with it. When his fingers find my nub, I moan. My legs open wider, letting him get closer.
Leo runs his fingers over my clit and folds. My hips buck into his hand. His lips kiss me deeper to the point where it’s almost suffocating. But I love every second of it.
He flicks my nub before inserting his finger into me. I moan. “You like this, baby? My finger inside of you. Fucking you.” He brings it in and out, making me moan louder. “Tell me.”
“I like it. I love it.”
My hips move against his hand frantically. Leo’s touch is so good at making me feel alive. I never want it to end.
“I love watching my finger fuck you. Soon it will be my cock,” he says against my ear. I shiver from excitement. Arousal gushes out of me, soaking his hand. “You’re so wet for me. God, baby.”
“I really did miss you.”
“I thought you didn’t,” he admits. “I thought for a moment that you were happier without me.”
“Never. I am happy with you. I trust you.”
He smiles before kissing me again. His finger works magic between my legs, getting me closer and closer to my orgasm.
Leo brings his finger back to my clit and flicks it over and over and over again until I’m a sobbing, moaning mess. My orgasm rips right through me. I shudder in his arms.
He licks his finger. “You taste so fucking good but right now, I need my cock inside of you.”
“Yes.” I spread my legs wider.
“I need you naked.” He rips my top off me and presses his face to my breasts. I arch into him. When his lips find my nipple, a loud moan escapes me. “God, your body was made for me. You were made for me, Emma.”
