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“It’s late, and besides, we’re leaving them with an open bar. I doubt they’ll even notice we’re gone. Plus,” he paused, easing back to trail his hungry eyes over me, “I goddamn need to get you out of that dress.”
I grinned and arched a brow. “What are you waiting for, Pretty Boy?”
Leon practically growled in response, before dragging me from the room.
He drove us home in record time, his hand working its way under the material of my dress, those long fingers creeping up the inside of my thigh as he tried to keep his focus on the road.
He stopped the car and pulled his hand away, his reluctance painted across his face. In three long strides, Leon rounded the car and opened the door, then lifted me into his arms and carried me across the threshold.
My heart burst with adoration, with hunger, joy, lust, so many emotions I could never pinpoint them all. He made me feel so fucking much. He always had. Even when I’d wanted to wring his neck or slap his face. He’d always made me feel.
Leon stopped to push the door closed then carried me up the stairs and into our bedroom without breaking a sweat. He planted me on my feet at the foot of our bed and took a slow step back.
“So damn gorgeous,” Leon breathed, the words falling from his lips like a prayer, his eyes travelling a scorching hot path down my body.
I reached under my arm and closed my fingers around the zip, my eyes rising to meet his as it lowered. The sound of the zip giving way reverberated around the room, heightening the already palpable sexual tension, and Leon let out a pained groan when the material cascaded over my curves and pooled around my feet.
“You’re fucking killing me, baby.”
I smiled as he stalked toward me, his blue eyes dark and burning, his hands landing on my hips, gliding up to my waist, my breasts. My head dropped back, a moan flowing from me when he lowered the cups of my bra and bent to suck a straining nipple into his mouth.
Then he trailed his lips lower, his breath heating my skin, setting me alight. He paused and pressed a soft kiss to the flat surface of my belly before gripping my thighs and tipping me back onto the bed.
I gave a quick yelp as I flew backward, laughing as I landed on the mattress with a jolt. My chuckles quickly subsided when I glanced down and watched Leon’s head disappear between my spread thighs. He nudged my white lace thong aside, then dragged his tongue through my folds. My back jerked up from the bed, my legs squeezing around his head as I wriggled underneath him. Strong hands closed around my upper thighs, forcing them apart as he lightly ran a finger over me before flicking my pulsing bud with the tip of his tongue.
“Behave, baby,” Leon murmured, his flaming gaze on mine as I panted under his touch.
“Damn, you’re way too good at that,” I gasped, squirming.
He tossed me a wicked smirk, then dove back in, his tongue spearing straight through me. Thirty seconds later, I was a writhing mess, grinding against his face as he squeezed my ass cheeks and held me to him.
I lay boneless and sated, my chest pumping madly as Leon tugged my underwear down my legs then climbed up my body. I smiled lazily as he brought his face to mine and hovered over me.
“I love you,” I murmured, curling a hand around his jaw.
Leon crushed his lips to mine, taking my breath away as he settled between my thighs. When his hardened length slid over me, I arched up with a soft cry.
“I need you inside of me,” I breathed.
He shifted back immediately, and I watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he took hold of himself and lined up with my entrance, then eased inside.
A frown tugged at my brow. “Wait,” I said.
Leon brought his head up as he thrust forward with a guttural groan.
“You don’t have a condom on,” I choked, the words barely making it out of my throat as the sensation of him bare inside me sent my eyes rolling back in my head, stars shooting behind my closed lids.
“I know,” he grunted, lowering to wrap his arms around me.
My eyes opened to find his staring down at me.
I’d never found a form of birth control that agreed with me, so we’d always used condoms. Pregnancy had been out of the question with the threat of Alzheimer’s looming over us, so we’d always been super careful about it. For him not to wear one now…
“What are you saying?” I murmured, my heart thudding in my chest as I gazed into my husband’s eyes.
Leon inhaled, stilling. He brushed my hair back off my face. “I want you to have my babies, Lissa. I want to see you with a swollen belly, feel them moving inside of you. I want to be there with you when you bring them into the world, hold you both when you cradle him or her in your arms for the first time. We can have that now, sweetheart. If that’s what you want?”
The sure words, followed by his tentative question, split my chest open in the best way, and I felt the sting of tears hit my lids. I’d never imagined myself as a mother. It would have been too painful, and I’d gotten so used to blocking out the idea that it hadn’t occurred to me even after the fog had cleared and presented us with a clear path toward a future we’d never dared hope for.
