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“I believe you. What are you supposed to do when your kid gets sick? Leave them to spend time with some girl? I have a child; I get it. They have to come first.”
“They do. But I need you to know you are a priority in my life. You’re the woman of my dreams, the one I’ve longed for, always wanted.” Her lips part, and the look in her eyes tells me how unsure of me and my words she is. I instantly want to erase those wavering doubts, because whether she believes it or not, she’s it for me. She and Jacob are as important to me as Jackson.
“Lace.” My finger slips under her chin, holding her pretty, sweet face up to see as well as hear me. “You are a priority in my life. I will not take you for granted. I should have found the time to let you know what was happening today. I promise you next time I will, so you don’t ever have to worry.” Her lips tremble as she looks into my eyes, and I’m overcome with such emotion from this woman I’ve always loved and couldn’t forget if I wanted to. “I will never leave you again.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m weak, that I need constant reassurance. But listening to you with your family isn’t easy for me. Especially when you’re having movie night, laughing in the background with your family, having someone call you her husband, and you don’t even bother to correct them. And Jackson, he seems happier than the night he was here.”
“This is new territory for me—for us—building back trust.”
“Landon, when you left all those years ago, I was so damaged. Doubts are always in my mind.”
“Don’t doubt what I feel for you, Lace; it’s stronger than you know. I won’t leave you. I’m yours.” I kiss the corner of her parted lips. “This is new terrain. I’ve never been in the beginning of a divorce and in love with someone else. I’m making mistakes and learning from them. Trust me. Give me a chance to prove myself worthy of you the way I couldn’t…” I falter, as usual, whenever my mind wanders back, not wanting to say it out loud.
The way I couldn’t the night I walked away, leaving her alone and broken.
Hands on my face, she kisses me deep, so sweet. My hand sinks into her hair, soft strands against my fingers. As I take over her lips in a kiss straight from the heart of me, I moan, one word on my lips as my tongue brushes the roof of her mouth, stroking against hers. “Sweet. So sweet. I want more, Lace. Can I?”
“Yes, please,” she says, wet lips parted, eyes heavy with want, breath accelerating.
So sweet. “I missed you. You are always on my mind.” I brush her hair back, telling her between kisses as I lift her up. She finds the edge of my shirt, going under, her fingers tracing up over my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath at her touch. “So sweet, I want to taste all of you.”
Pulling her shirt over her head, I let it drop to the floor, walking her back, placing her on the kitchen counter. She moans as my hands roam over her breasts. I know I should take her to her room, but fuck it. I haven’t seen her in what feels like forever. She feels so good in my hands, and the taste of her…I can’t wait.
“Take this off, please,” she says, tugging on the hem of my tee. Regretfully my hand leaves her hardened nipples, pulling my shirt over my head. Her eyes land on her name, permanently inked on my chest. Biting down, releasing her lip, she wraps her perfect legs around me, making the uncomfortable bulge in my jeans strain to get out. She kisses what will forever and always be a part of me, eliciting a raw sound from my chest as her tongue traces each elegant line and scroll of her name.
“God, Lacey baby. So fucking sweet.” My fingers sink into the hair at the base of her scalp, grasping for control. I pull her away before I lose it, the last thing I want to do with her. “I want to taste you. I need to, right fucking now.”
Eyes dazed with lust, she says, “Yes.”
Pulling her off the counter so fast she gasps, I make quick work of removing her pants. In one smooth action, her pants and underwear are left on the floor, and I’m scooping her up by the waist, planting her bare, sexy ass on the cool marble. Her hands splay back behind her, beautiful breasts skyward. I spread her legs wide, going in for what I need, no hesitation.
The first lap of my tongue against her folds, and I moan, eyes closed. She shivers. “Sweet.” Her hips rise, and I open my eyes, my mouth taking her moist heat in, sucking the nectar that is her. Lace, my Lace. My tongue gets to work, sliding in and out of her body while she rides my face. I watch her fall deeper into ecstasy at every suck, flick, and moan I vibrate through her core, her sighs pushing me on. Worshipping her with my mouth is a singular pleasure.
“Oh, Landon,” she moans and writhes, one hand grabbing my hair, holding on, her hips setting the pace, telling me what she wants.
I gladly comply, giving her what she wants, a slow steady ride on my face. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”
Her head falls back, almost limp, and I can tell she’s close, oh so close. But I can’t—not here, not like this. Not this time. Abruptly I pull away, chest heaving, nostrils flaring. I yank down my zipper, freeing myself. “Lacey, look at me.”
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she rasps, wrapping her arms around my shoulder.
“Never, baby, but not like this. Not tonight.” I kiss her lips, pulling her hips forward, sinking into her soft depths of wet heat. We groan together, eyes closed. I kiss her neck, holding still, gathering myself.
Joined together, she clings to me as I bring her to the bedroom and place her on the bed. My jeans around my ass, I push into her, sealing our joined bodies tighter together. She pushes back, as hungry for me as I am for her, making me grunt. “Lacey baby, I need to take this off. I want to do this properly. I want us to see everything in each other’s eyes when the beautiful moment comes and you let go. I want to show you everything inside of me, unobstructed by clothes, fear, regrets, and yes, even doubts.”
“No, don’t leave me. Stay with me. Make me feel,” she breathes, hips swirling against me.
I curse, harsh and low. God, I’m undone when she slides her feet along the inside of my jeans, pushing them to my ankles. Both of us moving and rocking against each other, teamwork at its pleasurable finest, until I’m freed.
Holding her head still with both my hands, I crash into her over and over again. She arches her back off the bed. She kisses me, taking the lead, panting and gasping. Fingers stroking and pulling at every curve, bend, and flex of muscles in my back, as I work in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to the point of doubtless days and heated nights.
I palm her ass as I stroke into her one last time, pressing against her mound. Her body tightens, contracting around me. Dragging the breath from my lungs, I harshly scream her name as she chants mine, our bodies and voices coming together in a crescendo of hoarse screams and sighs.
Staring down at her lips, swollen and wet—she’s a goddess. I see everything, in her eyes— a constellation of beautiful stars of all she is: fear, doubt, trust, love. My Lacey baby.
“Am I crushing you?” I shift to move, but she holds me close.
“Stay. I like the way you feel. As if you’re a part of me, grounding me. I like it.”
