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Within moments, she was there. The nuclear bomb detonated, her body jerking roughly as every nerve ending exploded at the same time.
Leo came as well, his fingers tightening on her hips. She’d worn bruises there for a day or two after their last interlude and, like a lovelorn girl, she’d studied them in the mirror and run her fingers over them, recalling how it had felt to be with Leo, adoring them like he’d given her diamonds or pearls.
She had no idea if that was sane or not. She’d have to ask Sunnie tomorrow.
Leo had restricted her noise, but it occurred to her, he’d put that same limitation on himself as well. With the exception of one short burst of air as his climax struck, he was silent too.
Without the benefit of hearing his words or groans, she was forced to read his body language to fully understand how deep his pleasure ran.
He loosened his fingers on her hips, wrapping his arms around her upper body to pull her toward him. Then, in a standing spoon, he enveloped her, surrounding her, nuzzling the side of her neck with his nose and lips.
When he whispered her name, “Vonnie,” in her ear, she heard the wonder, the awe, the happiness.
She heard it because she felt it.
He untied the knot holding his shirt in place and pulled it away.
Yvonne licked her lips as she turned to face him.
He met her halfway, kissing her as if he were going off to war, as if the plane was going down and they had seconds to live.
Then he cupped her cheeks, pulling back a few inches to look at her. “I love you, Vonnie.”
Her chest tightened, her heart raced, and every single thing inside her sang. She’d never had a single sentence impact her so intensely.
“I love you too.”
Chapter Ten
Leo parked his truck outside the pub, but made no move to get out. Instead, he lay his head against the rest and blew out a long, tired breath.
He hadn’t seen Yvonne since the fair, since the night he’d told her he loved her.
He hadn’t said those words to a woman since Denise. When he considered that, he realized they were two entirely different kinds of love.
With Denise, it had been that of first love, the yearnings of a young boy, who’d had his head turned by a pretty face and the fact she’d actually seen Clint Black and Vince Gill in concert. She’d been popular and fun and, to a farm boy who’d never seen much of the world, she was the epitome of cool. Looking back, what he thought was love, now seemed more like a simple attraction amplified by teenaged boy hormones.
He had never felt for Denise what he felt for Yvonne.
When he’d looked at Yvonne’s face after pulling out that gag, gazed into those pretty eyes of hers and seen that twinkle of humor mixed with desire and need, he knew he’d never find another woman more perfect for him than her.
They’d snuck out of his bedroom after making love, peeking into the boys’ room as they passed. Both fellas had been sacked out, dead to the world after their long day at the farm and then the fair. The two of them hung out, cuddling on the couch, watching the rest of the movie until Ryder came home. Then he’d driven her back to the pub and kissed her good night.
And since then, the bottom had fallen out. Of fucking everything.
He’d been getting up at four so he could get to the farm by five to help his brother with the crops. Then, he drove his mom back into the city at nine, both of them visiting with his dad, who’d had some complications after his surgery. He left his mom at the hospital around ten, then headed to his house to grab the boys. Mercifully, Ryder had been able to switch his hours, starting later in the morning to help Leo out.
Summer break was almost over, and Leo felt guilty for feeling so much relief over that. Typically, he loved the summer months with the boys, but this year, it had felt like hard work.
And he was afraid his heavy feelings were obvious to Vince, who’d been stomping around like a bear with a thorn in his paw, scowling and quiet. The only time he spoke, it was with an irritated tone that went through Leo like nails on a chalkboard. He didn’t abide rudeness, but Vince didn’t seem to be capable of anything else these days, so they’d been butting heads nonstop.
To make matters worse, Vince grumbled constantly about having to go out to the farm to help out, which pissed Josh off, who took it upon himself to lecture his nephew about responsibility and the importance of family, which annoyed the fuck out of him. He’d tell Josh to lay off and then his brother would look at him like he was a shitty father.
His energy was nonexistent, and his temper had reached the boiling point.
He glanced at the back door to the kitchen of Sunday’s Side. Yvonne would be there. That fact alone should have him leaping from the truck, but he hated showing up like this. Again.
He couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out why she put up with him. It seemed like all he did these days was bitch and moan. Try as he may, he couldn’t find a bright side to any of this shit.
