Page 54 of Willowbrooke
Before any doubt or embarrassment could seep in, Leo wiped his arm across his mouth, leaning down to kiss me again, gently…slowly…a preview of the pace to come. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered. “I’ve made a mess of you.”
But when he tried to pull away, I stopped him. “Can we go to the room?” I asked softly.
I wasn’t finished with him yet.
He nodded, offering me a hand as he extricated himself from on top of me. I was appreciative of the gesture, as my legs were unsteady as a result of his activities.
Once in the room, I kneeled at the end of the bed, drawing him against me, as he still stood.
I pulled his undershirt over his head. Feeling the heat from his chest made me want to burrow inside him and never leave.
I’d soon get my chance.
I felt him tug at the hem of my oversized night shirt—a soft old concert tee. “It’s only fair,” he whispered against my ear.
I lifted my arms, allowing him to remove it from me. We really were skin to skin then, but he was still wearing pants. I wasn’t close enough.
While he used his mouth to explore my breasts, I worked to unfasten his belt, then his zipper. He stepped out of his pants, gently helping me recline on the bed, with him still on top of me.
“Condom?” I murmured against him, my legs again finding purchase around his hips, keeping him as close as possible.
Without leaving his position above me, he reached out to the nightstand, feeling around the top drawer until he was able to pull one out from the back and hand it to me.
We worked together to free him from his boxer briefs and utilize the condom. He needed no help preparing himself for me otherwise.
Feeling him slide inside me was heaven. He was so close, peppering me with gentle, languid kisses and caresses, whispering adoring words as he moved within me.
I thought I’d known Leo West before that moment, but I’d had no idea.
I hadn’t expected making love with him to be so sweet, so slow, so emotional, so very intimate.
It was like nothing I had experienced before.
And as we came together in one final climax, I couldn’t help but feel like it was so much more than my body he had penetrated that night; he had reached something deep insideme, a place where nobody had been before, a place I had never allowed anyone to enter. I had let him in willingly, and I knew I’d fight to let him stay there. I had given him a piece of myself that had never and would never belong to anyone else.
Drifting off, naked and spent, in Leo’s arms, I felt satiated for the first time, finally knowing what it felt to love someone who loved me in return. I could have sworn as I faded from consciousness that I heard him say he felt it too…
The next morning, I couldn’t help myself from initiating a sleepy and slow second round. Leo’s breathy moans, while I used my mouth to conduct some exploring of my own, were well worth the effort, before he helped me straddle him, holding my hands and watching me closely as I rocked against him, bringing us both to another euphoric release.
He was everything. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Unfortunately our post-coital, pre-coffee cuddling was cut short when he received a text from William, who was on his way over, against the advice of counsel.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Leo apologized as we helped each other dress.
“It’s okay,” I assured him.
Leo made quick work of tidying the mess we’d left behind in the kitchen and living room the night before. Luckily, I spotted my missing panties and shorts tucked under one ofthe curtains mere moments before William arrived.
William was unusually discombobulated when he appeared. While he still looked tidy in his business suit and tie, his face was drawn, with deep circles under his eyes and his mouth set in an unnaturally thin line.
I made myself busy pouring a round of coffee for everyone. I thought William might ask me to leave, or feel awkward because of my presence, but he greeted me warmly and was appreciative of the coffee, and took me up on my offer of some breakfast pastries, which Val had conveniently purchased the day before, while at the farmer’s market.
“I’m glad you came,” Leo told William. “I know your lawyer won’t be pleased.”
“He means well, but he doesn’t know you. I’m not concerned by what you know—and I want you to know everything.” William made his intent very clear. “Can you tell me what you’ve heard thus far?”
Leo glanced at me before relaying what we’d learned, both from the PI as well as Margot’s town gossip. As he proceeded, William’s shoulders slouched. It was worse than he’d feared. He hadn’t anticipated that the news would move so quickly, but didn’t seem surprised that Margot had been the messenger.
