Page 25 of Desire

“Why did you never come back to America?” Elise blurts out.

I’m surprised she’s not asked before.

“I don’t know. That’s the honest answer. Between my time training in London and helpingmamáout in Spain, it just never happened. I intended to—I really did. I never wanted to lose contact with you. I’ve always loved you, Elise, but mymamáneeded me. My father broke her when he left.”

“There wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t think about you. When things were at their worst with Simon, I imagined you coming to rescue me. I could curse fate sometimes. Why did we have to be apart for so long?”

“Maybe we needed to learn first. We had to grow up and find a life without each other before we could have a life together.”

“I pray that’s true.”

Elise lets out a long sigh. It’s filled with regret but also hope. I only wish the lessons she’d learned didn’t have to involve painful beatings from the man she chose to give her heart to while I wasn’t around. Simon was her husband—he should have worshipped her completely not degraded her. I grind my jaw together to dispel the anger growing within me.

“What’s wrong?” Elise strokes her hand over my chest.

“Nothing,” I reply curtly.

“You forget, Leo, I grew up with you. I know most of your tells. Grinding your teeth means whatever you’re thinking about is angering you.”

“It’s honestly nothing to worry about. I guess I feel a little guilty that I couldn’t stop what happened to you. Maybe if I’d tried harder to stay in contact, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“No, you stop thinking that now. For a long time I loved Simon, and when he started beating me, I chose to stay. Ever since I left him, I’ve tried not to look back with any regret or sadness. It was a traumatic part of my life, but I survived it. Now I’m looking forward to the future with Izzy, and whatever else comes my way.”

“My positive girl.” I tilt my head to kiss the top of her head.

“Always.”

“Elise, I know you said you didn’t want to do anything with me, full sex wise, but can I taste you?”

I’m possibly pushing my luck, but I remember a time when Elise and I were allowed to sleep in the same bed together by our parents. Our first sexual encounter had me going down on her. It was the single most exhilarating moment of my life…well, until we gave each other our virginities. That was much cooler.

Elise doesn’t answer at first, but eventually she reaches out and takes my hand and places it between her thighs. I can feel the heat already pooling there through the fabric of her plaid pajamas. They were always her favorite.

“Be gentle with me, Leo.”

“I will.”

I shift Elise out of my arms and lay her flat on the bed before lowering myself down between her thighs. I can smell her desire, and it makes my dick so hard it could pound nails into the toughest wood, but I won’t push her.

I reach into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and start to lower them down her thighs. I can see her pussy is still as neatly trimmed as it used to be.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur.

Elise must panic because I see her eyes go wide as a thought suddenly hits her.

“No,” she says and grabs my hand.

I instantly stop and sit back.

“Talk to me,” I urge. Her pajama bottoms are halfway down her legs. She’s completely frozen in place and isn’t even attempting to hide herself from me. “Elise.”

“I might not be as pretty as I once was down there. When I had Izzy, I tore and had to be sewn back up. Simon said it was my fault for demanding natural childbirth instead of a caesarean like any normal Hollywood star.”

My top teeth grind against the lower ones again, and I’m sure my jaw tics with anger.

“Elise, listen to me. Your pussy is mine. It always has been. It gave life to an amazing little girl, and there’s no way you could be blamed for choosing to do things naturally. Let me give you an honest opinion on how pretty you are there.” I flick my eyes down to between her thighs. “Because from here it’s looking damn fine.”

Elise lets go of my hand and apologizes as she does.

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