Page 59 of Lock 'em Down

But Leif wasn’t kidding. Tonight, he is savoring me, and we share another moment. Another instant when time seems to stop.

My fingers grip the hair on the side of his head. One of my legs is tossed over his shoulder, the other bent at the knee. His large hand grips my inner thigh, the other slips underneath my ass. I look down at him and bite my bottom lip to keep from calling out.

I’m hot and achy. Keyed up and desperate. It feels like I’m about to unravel and I’ve never wanted it as badly as I do tonight.

Leif’s eyes are hooded. Electric blue and an arrow to my heart. “You’re it for me, Knox.” His voice is a rasp. A confession. A promise.

And then, his mouth drops to my core, and he licks a path through my slick folds before sucking softly—deliciously—on my clit. And I see stars.

“Leif.” His name is a prayer, an exaltation, on my lips.

My hips come off the bed and my eyes squeeze shut.

Leif holds my thighs open as he licks and nibbles and worships the most sensitive part of my body in a way no man has bothered before. It’s a matter of mere heartbeats before I’m ready to shatter.

Need coils in my lower abdomen. Pressure builds. My heat rolls and the sound of Leif smacking his lips is a reminder that I’m so damn wet for him. Dripping.

He slides two fingers inside and curls his finger.

“Oh, God,” I cry out.

He pumps them slowly.

I grasp at my duvet cover, fisting it in my hand.

His mouth sucks at my clit, his tongue flattening against the little bundle of nerves.

And I shatter.

“Leif…” I reach for him with my free hand. But he continues his ministrations, wringing the orgasm from my body and allowing me the time to crest and coast on the pleasure it provides.

It’s intense and wonderful. It’s colors and light. It’s unlike any moment I’ve ever shared with a man, and it wraps me in the knowledge I’ve been seeking.

This is right. Leif is good. We’re meant to be.

Fate. Kismet. Destiny.

I believe it. I believe in him. Us.

I arch my back one final time before pressing my body back into the mattress. Leif smirks before kissing his way back up my body. My skin feels hot, feverish. His mouth is cool, a salve. When his lips take mine, I kiss him deeply, passionately, and he enters me easily.

My body is ready for him. Wants him. Hell, needs him.

“Oh, fuck, Cami,” he mutters as he bottoms out. His fingers push my hair out of my face and he looks at me, truly sees me, while our bodies our joined. We’re connected on every level possible and it’s heady, exhilarating, home. “You’re it for me.”

“You’re mine,” I reply, closing my eyes and pulling him closer for another kiss.

Leif begins to move, pumping in and out, rolling his hips, and setting a pace that is both languid and delicious. He makes love to me like I’m a treasure and I savor him because I know he is.

Wearing only my purple ring, I come together with my husband and know in my heart that I’m starting to fall for him.

I relish knowing this isn’t a mistake. No, being with Leif is only the beginning.

We come together, ride out that delicious wave, and collapse beside each other, breathless and giddy.

“Cami, that was…” Leif trails off, his eyes wild.

“Thanks for not giving up on us, Leif.”

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