Page 67 of Sweet Nothings

Small bouts of breath pass between my lips as his hands smooth over my body. A tiny tremble of fear still vibrates beneath his touch.

I let Lennon’s hands roam over my body, being careful not to rush him. Something tells me this isn’t the first time he’s experienced this nightmare. He’s used to doing this alone. The storm rolling in his distant eyes begins to fade.

Reality settles in the air between us. Wide eyed, he stares at me.

“Laurel, I…” He blinks, glancing down at his hands.

I inch closer. “It’s okay. Everything is okay.”

“I, um.” He blinks again.

“You don’t have to say anything.”

His face relaxes as he rolls back. With a heavy breath, he looks up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry,” he croaks. His voice is small, and the difference from his usual tone doesn’t sit well with me.

This nightmare has shown another side to Lennon I’ve never seen before. I see the toll it’s taken on him, his embarrassment evident in the way he’s pulled away from me.

Feeling his absence, I climb over him, straddling his waist and pressing my thighs against his strong frame.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

The moonlight and city lights below peek through the window, casting a bright glow on Lennon. I lean down, bringing my face closer to his. Reaching up, he ghosts his fingertips along the length of my jaw. Tracing invisible lines, he makes a trail all the way up to my forehead.

His breathing has slowed, our connection bringing us both back down to earth. Gravity pulls on us like a magnet, anchoring us to our bed, to each other.

His finger dances slowly across my forehead. “Your fever is gone.”

“It is.” I crack a smile. “You nursed me back to health, Mr. Harding.”

I hadn’t noticed my fever was gone until now. My nose is still a little clogged, but other than that I feel normal. My fever has passed, and my bones are no longer aching. Instead, I only ache for Lennon.

He must be feeling the same because he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, slamming our mouths together. It’s the first time we’ve kissed since the night after our wedding. I moan, leaning into it and breathing it all in. His soft mouth is warm. Hungry for more, he coaxes my lips apart, slipping his tongue against mine. His hand stays at the back of my neck, massaging me.

“Mm,” I moan, my body wanting more. I pull away. “I can tell you another sweet.” I tease, sitting up and lifting my shirt over my head. Correction.His shirt.

“Yes, please,” he whispers, running his hands up and down my bare thighs. “Tell me another one.”

I smirk, loving this game of his. A warm sensation seeps into my bones.

“One day, this lawyer got sick in the middle of the summer.” I roll my hips and lean forward, bringing my face close to his. He tucks my long, loose strands behind my ear, revealing the side of my face. My cheeks grow sore from my large grin. “Three days after her wedding, in fact.”

“Sounds awful,” he teases. “I mean, who gets sick in the summer anyway?” He scrunches his nose, and I bite back the giggle in my chest.

“I know, right? And it was awful.” I nod, popping my bottom lip into a mock pout. “Their marriage was a little unconventional, having done it to save his family’s business.”

“Now that doesn’t sound very sweet.” He frowns back, continuing to slide his hands up and down my thighs.

“Well…” I roll my hips. Heat expands in my lower belly. “She went home without telling her husband, but when she woke up, in a fever I might add, he’d brought the entire pharmacy to her just to make sure she had everything she needed.”

“You’re right.” He grins, his nightmare far behind him in the rear-view mirror. “That was a sweet story.”

My pussy is pressing against his swollen cock. He grunts when I rock my hips again, rubbing myself along his length.

I lift my hips away from him and easily slide his cock into me. My walls clench as I gasp, pausing to savor the sensation of taking him completely. He tilts his head back, pressing it into his pillow, grunting. A warm buzz radiates across my body when he looks back at me, his eyes catching the moonlight. He grabs my hips, pulling me down until we’re completely connected. His chin is nearly pressed to his chest, his eyes focused on the place where our bodies meet. He looks up at me with a salacious grin, hungry for me. I slowly lift myself, keeping my eyes pinned on his.

“I’ve missed this.” I plant both hands on his chest, digging my nails into my skin as I move above him. I roll my hips as I lift myself again, making sure I move at a slow pace.

“Missed what?”

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