Page 129 of Leave a Mark
His tongue and lips and teeth knew the word, and they taught it to her flesh, and womb, and heart.
As he kissed her, his hand swept up her belly and snuck under her bra. With one squeeze she gave a cry that wasn’t a cry it all. It was animal, a call to her mate, because she needed him inside her. Now.
“Lee… please.” She tugged on his hair and gave thanks when he climbed up her body. He stretched across her to reach his bedside table, and Wren wasted no time unfastening his jeans and shimmying out of her skirt. As soon as her bra came off, Lee freed himself from his jeans and settled between her legs again.
When he tore open the condom, she took it from him. Their eyes met as she reached down for him, and his lids half closed. She caught her breath as she rolled the condom down. She wanted a clear head so she could focus entirely on the feeling of him entering her.
Because having Lee Hawthorne inside her meant she was the luckiest woman in the world.
She positioned him just against her, and Lee stroked her cheek, the look in his midnight-blue eyes telling her he thought he was the lucky one. And with that look, her courage returned. Because she couldn’t wait one more second.
“I love you, Lee.”
She said the words she’d never uttered to anyone, and at this triumph, her smile broke free. But it was nothing compared to Lee’s. In milliseconds, it evolved before her eyes. A surprised smile first, quickly becoming one of realization, before surrendering to boundless joy.
“Oh my God, Wren. I love you, too.” He was kissing her all over. Her mouth. Her cheek. Her neck. Her eyes. “I love you more than anything.”
Wren wrapped her legs around him. “Show me.”
The breath of his laughter tickled her face. “With pleasure,” he said, kissing her lips again. He drew back and looked into her eyes before pushing inside her, and even though it felt incredible, and she wanted to close her eyes, she kept them open and watched the tremor pass over his face.
“God, you feel so good,” he said, his eyes half-lidded.
She ran her hands over his shoulders, loving his powerful beauty. The feel of him above her, inside her, gave her power, too.
“You make me strong,” she told him, angling her hips and inviting him to move.
He did move, but he shook his head.
“You’re the strongest person I know,” he muttered, kissing her jaw.
She might have argued, but his body demanded that she concentrate on the growing fire that he stoked inside her. Every one of her nerves seemed to ignite, and with each of Lee’s thrusts, a ripple of flame rolled over her.
He moved deeper, and Wren tightened against him, savoring each flicker of heat.
The fire had to build and burn itself out or she’d never survive, so she reached down and grabbed his buttocks. Lee’s groan marked his quickening pace. The heat doubled, tripled.
“I’m going to catch fire,” she cried, throwing her head back to arch against him.
“Let me help you,” Lee panted, slipping a hand between them.
One touch was all it took. The conflagration started where they joined, but it spread up and down her body, consuming everything.
Wren cried out his name, wanting him to hear everything in her heart as she combusted. He called her name back to her as he surely caught fire, clasping their bodies together and together and together.
Minutes passed, their recovering breaths the only sound, but they were far from still. Lee’s fingers trailed up and down her arm, and Wren pressed slow kisses against his neck.
“That was hot,” Lee said, rolling them over so she lay above him.
Wren rested her head on his chest and nodded, not yet ready to speak. The cool air in the room licked her skin, bringing her back to life and restoring her strength.
“You okay?” Lee asked, lifting his head to check on her.
Wren smiled. “I’m much better than okay.”
Lee tucked one arm behind his head and ran the other up and down her back. “Better than okay?”
She slid a hand under her chin to gaze at him. “Way better.”
