Page 266 of Between Two Kings

Leo touched her too, his fingers buried in her center, his palm sliding over her clitoris. Every time she drew a gasp from him, he drew the same from her. They were reciprocal forces, moving in sync. His other hand roamed. He squeezed her ass, her breasts, her neck. He worked her nipple between his fingers until it was sore, then he moved on to the other one. Tem reached back to cup his balls. She squeezed. He groaned.

If she didn’t get his cock in the next ten seconds, she was going to scream.

Something was rising within Tem—the irresistible urge to take what she knew was hers. Without another moment’s hesitation, she rolled on top of him. They were face-to-face, his gray eyes looking into hers. Tem angled her hips. Leo arched his. There was no need for words—no need to grant permission.

Finally, Leo was inside her.

Tem moaned as she slid all the way down his cock, taking him as deep as she possibly could. Leo’s neck arched. Tem kissed it. Then she began to move her hips, riding him without a second thought, going on pure instinct alone. There was no time to talk. But there was so much Tem had to say. So she did it while she rode him, whispering the words against his lips in a fevered rush.

“I’m sorry, Leo.”

“I know.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I know.”

“I thought she could love you better than me, but she can’t. No one can.”

“I know, Tem.”

Now that she’d started she couldn’t seem to stop. “I never should have let you go. I made a mistake.”

“Tem, you—”

“I’ve missed you every day, Leo. Every. Day.”

Tears were coming now, and there was no way to stop them. Her fingers dug into his skin, holding him against her.

“Sunday-night dinners were torture. Every time I saw you with her, I wanted to kill her. But I couldn’t do anything. It was like I was trapped. I—”

Her grip tightened. “I’m sorry, Tem.”

“For what? I’m sorry.”

“For the dinners. For making you sit through that every fucking week. I hated it too. But it was the only way I could see you, and I—”

“I know.” She brushed his hair from his face, giving him the same reassurance he’d just given her. “I know.”

“It felt like I was dying,” he whispered.

“You were.”

“Every time you left I could feel you go, like you were pulling me with you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I hated having to fuck her, Tem.”

“I know.”

“It was nothing like fucking you. I thought it would be, but it wasn’t.”

“I know.”

“All I could do was think of you. Every time I thought of you.”

“I’m so sorry, Leo.”