Page 16 of Come Back to Me

“What’s that?”

“Uhh…I’m assuming you’re not on the pill. So…I do have somethin’. But I’ve had it for a while,” he admits as he runs a shaky hand through his hair.

I close my eyes and exhale through my nose. This topic is awkward, but it’s not a deal breaker. “Leo,” I interrupt, wanting to ease his anxieties. “It’s okay. Neither of us has been with anyone else. And I trust you’ll pull out in time.”

Relief shimmers in his eyes, and he releases a shaky breath.

I may be a virgin, but it’s not like I haven’t talked about all of this with Nettie. And as unfortunate as it sounds, my mama. The pill isn’t commonly given out to unmarried women, so it’s important to have a plan, even if I don’t understand the mechanics of it all.

Based on his reaction, Leo at least knows.

I help him lay the blankets out on the floor. We light more candles and set them around the perimeters of the room. The cabin takes on a cozy and romantic aura. The air is thick with sexual tension that has my skin sweltering.

Surrounded by the flickering lights, I stand before Leo in the dandelion-yellow bridesmaid dress, heart racing wildly in my chest. I bite my lip, and he smiles. It sends a calmness washing over me that I now realize I needed.

Exhaling a shallow breath, I gather my hair and pull it over one shoulder, spinning around in front of him. “Will you unzip me?” I whisper.

As his warm fingers glide the zipper of my dress down, my heart rate accelerates again. But it’s not from anxiety over what we’re about to do. It’s anticipation. I have no doubt in my mind that Leo was always meant to be my first.

My stomach clenches when his hand skims my skinand caresses my bare back. I take a step away from him before turning to face him again. Letting go of my hair, I slowly shove the straps of my dress over each shoulder, one at a time. Leo stares at me with dark, hooded eyes. And when I shimmy the satiny fabric over my hips, I hear him gasp.

I step out of the dress and the slip and stand before him to admire the view. My breasts are nearly exposed in the bra’s thin, sheer fabric. And my pussy is only covered with a pair of white, satin panties.

“Holy hell,” he breathes out, and it makes me giggle. “How are you so pretty?”

“Well, I feel a little silly,” I admit, crossing my arms.

“Sorry. That’s probably my fault.” Leo quickly tugs at the tie around his neck, loosening it and yanking it over his head. “You shouldn’t be the only one naked.”

He shrugs his suit jacket down his shoulders, struggling for a few moments to get it off, and it has me giggling again. Next, his pants and the white dress shirt come off. After he tosses all his clothes into a pile on the floor, it’s his turn to be on display for my viewing pleasure.

Leo’s chest is beautiful with firm muscular pecs. His forearms are roped with veiny strength. As my gaze drifts below his belly button, I pull my lip between my teeth. Beneath the cotton fabric of his underwear is an impressive erection that would be impossible to hide. I suck in a breath.

It only propels my craving for him more.

Leo steps closer to me and lifts my chin with a single finger, guiding my face up to his, and he kisses me. We kiss like this is our only chance to be together. We kiss like our lives depend on it. And then he guides me to the blanket and lowers me onto it.

CHAPTER 7

Leo

Every inch of Giana’s body is tempting me to touch it, to kiss it, to worship it. Her body deserves to be celebrated and left feeling utterly satisfied. I make an inaudible promise to ensure I tend to each and every one of her sexual desires tonight. To take my time. But she’s perfection. And this might take more self control than I have the strength for.

I hover above her, appreciating the view beneath me. Lightly freckled skin in such disarray, it fascinates me, making me want to study it and determine a pattern. At last, I lower my mouth to her stomach and press a slow, careful kiss to her belly button, drawing out a giggle from her. It causes my skin to prickle with excitement. I kiss a trail up her stomach, my lips elaborating their exploration. When I glance up and see her tits in perfect peaks, my cock stiffens even more so.

“You okay? You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?” I ask.

Giana nods. “I’m okay.” Her cheeks are flushed. There’sdesire pooling in her brown eyes. And her lips pout adorably, completely captivating me.

I pinch the clasp at the front of her bra, and it releases her breasts. She pushes up on an elbow as I help her out of the straps. As she lowers herself onto the blanket again, I admire her bare tits. So perky and alluring. The urge to dive my face between them is relentless. I’ve seen a couple of sets of breasts, but none compare to the perfection before me.

Dragging a finger down her smooth stomach, she arches her back and exhales another shaky giggle. It only turns me on more. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to have the honor of seeing her like this. Exposed and consenting to me. It feels like she’s a playground, and I can’t wait to play with everything.

The restraint to not fondle her and suck her tits into my mouth like a sex-deprived lunatic is almost painful. But I want to take my time. I want to savor this moment and make her feel cherished. Because that’s exactly what she deserves.

I lower my head and press a soft kiss to the center of her breastbone. Slowly, I drag my lower lip against one of her breasts until my mouth reaches her nipple. I give it a light kiss before I slide my tongue across it, and she arches her back again. I come out of my fog momentarily to get the reassurance she’s all right.

Lifting my gaze to hers, I find her eyes glossed over. “Is this okay?”

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