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Louise walks over to Wayne and reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “Same. I’m heading in to get some rest. See you at breakfast in the morning. Remember, we’re having breakfast in the guesthouse.”
As our last guests leave, Wayne looks at me, his eyes alight with mischievousness. “We’ll be there.”
“Good night, son,” Louise says gently.
“Good night, Mom.”
Both ladies hug me as they walk out, giving me thoughtful expressions and silently urging me to think more about meeting the heartbeats.
Once we’re alone, Wayne picks me up and sets me on the counter. He bites down on his heart-shaped lips and contemplates, “Would you look at this? The queen is home, and I finally have herallto myself. What will I do first?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wayne
Moments Like This
"We could talk," Leslie offers, her voice trembling as she stares at me intensely. Though she offers to talk, her actions say otherwise. She presses her body against mine and leans into me for a passionate kiss that sets my world on fire. In this world set ablaze, there is only her. Heat rages through my veins, making me want more of her.
My hands roam her curves hungrily, desperate for more contact, while her playful tongue ignites a spark inside me. The electricity pulsing between us is palpable, and I'm barely able to restrain myself as I battle my need for her.
"We could talk," I admit, my voice coming out in a rasp. I step closer as if we can be any closer in proximity. If we get any closer, we will merge as one. “But I think something else is in order after not seeing you all day. Don't you think?"
Leslie gazes up at me with almost animalistic desire before cupping my face in her hands and whispering in my ear. "I think you're right. We could talk, but there are more exciting things to do." Her scent is intoxicating; it smells like everything I have come to know and love in life.
Ready to get her in our bed, I say, "Let's go into the bedroom."
"I was thinking we could stay in here." She gestures to the kitchen counter and raises a perfectly sculpted brow. "Right over there looks like a good place we haven’t done it."
She’s so damn cute when she’s initiating sex.
I chuckle and give her a knowing smile. "On the counter?"
"Yeah, on the counter," she repeats, and without hesitation, she steps back and begins to slide off her clothes one by one, each article of clothing hitting the floor like a whisper. I follow her every movement, unable to contain my admiration or arousal. Every inch of her exposed caramel-brown skin is inviting and soft, begging to be touched.
I tug off my shirt and grab Leslie's waist, pulling her close. I kiss her fiercely, getting lost in our connection. As if our intensity could get more intense, her fingertips trace circles on my chest, sending an electric river of pleasure coursing through me until I fear it will consume us both. Against my will, she pulls away, breaking our connection. I follow her to the kitchen counter, willing to go wherever she leads.
"How was your day without me?" she asks, her tone ripe with seduction.
"Torture," I reply huskily before taking control again and pressing kisses down over every inch of her body until I reach the apex of her thighs and dive in eagerly, giving in to the cravings that have been building up inside me. She smells and tastes divine. I feast upon her like I would my favorite meal, and I’m blessed to have my favorite meal hot and ready for me.
When she’s a trembling, pleading mess, I stand and unbutton my shirt. Leslie moans out her appreciation of my bare chest. Her fingers trace the muscle contours, teasing me before placing butterfly kisses everywhere she can reach.
We continue exploring each other, my hands roaming her body while hers explore mine. I know she is ready for me when she purrs with pleasure as I touch her. I can hardly contain the need to feel her warmth. I guide myself inside her, and soon we are one, moving at a slow tempo that builds up with every thrust.
She wraps her soft legs around me tightly as we move in synch, our bodies engulfed by the heat of passion. Eachthrust intensifies the sensation until we are both trembling with delight.
My movements become more urgent as Leslie's breathing quickens and our hearts beat together in perfect harmony. She pulls me closer as if she never wants to let go, and my feelings for this beautiful soul intensify with every second spent together.
We reach our climax at the same time and sink into each other's arms afterward, nursing the aftermath of our lovemaking. We stay entwined like that until I sweep her into my arms and take her upstairs, where the queen is welcomed home for hours.
***
The next morning, I lay in bed, captivated by the rhythmic rise and fall of Leslie's breaths. Her head nestled against my chest, I gently run my fingers through her hair, relishing the enchanting scent of her jasmine-infused shampoo that I’ve grown so fond of. Reflecting on our relationship, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having her by my side.
Not too long ago, I could never have fathomed ending up with someone like Leslie. When I signed my football contract, I quickly discovered that a parade of gold-diggers awaited every player, eager to seize their opportunity. But none of them saw me for the man I am. Leslie, however, is different.
From the moment I met her, she saw through the superficial trappings of fame and fortune. She saw beyond my tax bracket and demanded more from me. I had to prove myself to her, to show her the goodness that resided within me, before she even considered giving me the time of day. And that, among many other reasons, is why I love her. Money means nothing to her; she cares about me.
