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Rialta
As Lennox kneels in front of me, I can’t tell if he’s in shock from seeing me slit a man’s throat or shock from me finally telling him I love him.
“Stand up,” I command.
He does automatically, and I’m still not sure he realizes the truth—I love him, and I’ve always loved him. I don’t know even where to start in telling him everything, so I say the only thing that comes to mind.
“Thank you for the knife. It was useful.”
He chuckles. “You are something else.”
“Something good?” I inch toward him.
He steps toward me. “Something amazing.”
I blush.
Then his hands are on my hips, our breathing sinked, and our eyes locked. We each moisten our lips at the same time.
“Kiss me,” I say.
He growls. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.”
“Kiss me,” I say again, and he does. He yanks me to him, the fabric of the dress bunching up between us as his lips devour me in a deep, loving kiss.
He pulls away enough to say. “Not the kiss you part, the other part.”
“Oh,” I blush again.
His eyes blaze down at me until I say it again.
“I love you, Lennox. I’ve loved you as long as you’ve loved me. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”
Before I can say more, his lips are on me again. The kiss takes my breath away, and it’s something I wasn’t sure I was going to get to experience again.
“Can I borrow this?” Lennox asks, pointing to the knife I’m still gripping like my life depends on it.
I nod.
He takes the knife and plunges it into the dress at my waist.
I gasp but grin as I watch him cut away yards of fabric from this dress.
“Whose idea was it to wear this thing?” Lennox asks as he pulls away more and more fabric.
“Andrea’s.”
Lennox shakes his head. “I’ll deal with him later for this.”
I smirk.
After freeing my legs from the dress, Lennox lifts me by my thighs, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He steps over the remains of my dress and then over Kit’s dead body, carrying me up to the altar.
Our tongues tangle together in kiss after kiss. He slams my back against the cool of a stained glass window.
“I’ve missed you, wifey.” And I know he means more than just my body. He misses the open truth between us, as have I.
He arches my neck to one side so he can kiss down my throat. Goosebumps rush through my body as his mouth dips lower. He kisses the sensitive spot over my clavicle and then lower still to the curve of my breast.
