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He let me down onto my feet gently.
“Um, can I have a moment?” I asked.
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be right back.”
Grateful for the time to take care of things, I was in the shower by the time he came back.
Naked, he strutted directly into the marble tiled stall to join me.
“Hi,” I greeted, squealing when he lifted me up onto the stone shelf. He kept me there, balanced precariously on the edge.
“Hi,” he whispered before taking my lips in a searing kiss. “We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. This wasn’t what tonight was about.”
My hands framed his face. “What was it about?”
He hesitated. “Me missing you when I came home and wishing you were here. Will you spend the night here? I can cook you breakfast in the morning.”
His admission about missing me and wanting me to spend the night caught me completely off guard. I decided to share. “Sometimes I have trouble thinking this is my life now. Like I’m going to wake up, and none of this will be real.”
He brought my wrist up to his lips and kissed the inside. “I know the feeling.”
“You do?”
He sighed. “I resigned myself to a life of solitude. I’d imagined I would be the fun uncle, the good employer and loyal friend, a brother and a son. I never allowed myself to think about this.”
Which meant he probably hadn’t seen love in his future either? So perhaps he could be wrong about not wanting it? The unauthorized thought took hold and wouldn’t let go. There was a chance.
But before I could go further down the rabbit hole, he trapped my bottom lip between his, sucking on it gently. Leo didn’t just kiss, he possessed.
“I need you inside of me,” I rasped, not having any barriers with this man.
He wasted no time, lining up and pushing in slowly. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” In some ways I was more sensitive, more responsive, more turned on than ever.
He pulled out slightly, adjusting me on the shelf before driving back home.
“You feel so good,” I told him.
“You need to tell me if it’s too rough.”
“I will.” But he wasn’t rough, nor was he gentle. He was the perfect amount of pressure and rhythm before the buzz started to travel up my spine, and I was crashing over the edge with an incredible orgasm. His followed shortly after.
He stood still, pulsing inside of me and peppering my neck with kisses. He didn’t realize it, but knowing he wanted me outside of baby-making was intoxicating. Could be the makings of a relationship?
But my illusion was shattered when we dressed, and he laid me on the guest room bed but didn’t join me. The loneliness hit me the moment he left. In the big scheme of things, separate bedrooms weren’t a big deal?
Neither was waking up the next morning alone. But just as the doubts threatened to crowd my head, the smell of bacon hit me. Nothing countered self-doubt like the smell of bacon.
After using the bathroom and putting Leo’s shirt back on, I shuffled out toward the kitchen.
The object of my morning thoughts, wearing nothing but low-slung athletic shorts, stood at the stove, stirring eggs and flipping bacon. The image was both sexy and domestic. Sexmestic.
He threw a grin over his shoulder. “You going to stand there staring or take a seat so I can serve you breakfast?”
I chuckled. “Both. Also I discovered a new word.” I told him about “sexmestic,” making him chuckle.
Once breakfast was ready, he served it at the counter where I’d taken one of the two leather stools.
