Page 28 of Assassin's Heart
“Tell me, Leah.” I trailed my lips over the shell of her ear. Took the lobe between my teeth and nipped. “It’s been a year and a half. Are you telling me there wasn’t a single night in all that time that you didn’t dream of me? Didn’t wake up in the middle of the night and touch yourself, imagining it was my fingers, my mouth. My cock.”
A small sound escaped her.
This time I nipped the curve of her jaw.
“Tell me,” I said again. “Tell me you haven’t wanted me every day for the last eighteen months just like I’ve wanted you. Tell me you haven’t thought about me. Tell me you didn’t care if you never saw me again.” I skated my lips along the velvet curve of her jawline. “Say my name, Leah. Say it and I’ll let you go.”
It was a lie. This close to kissing her? I could never let her go. Pulling back might destroy me.
I licked the corner of her mouth. “Say it.”
Her lips opened, so slowly. She turned until our mouths lined up, allowing me to see the hesitant desire in her eyes even while her body remained tense. “Jeremiah.”
I groaned, swallowing my name on her lips. But it was Leah who raised just that little bit onto her tiptoes and took my mouth with hers.
I was lost the minute her mouth opened against mine.
Coffee and Leah and truth. That’s what I tasted. Maybe this was the only truth we could have between us, with our bodies. The place where what we told ourselves and each other dissolved and what we truly felt came through. I’d never wanted that with anyone else, but with Leah I craved that shit like a drug.
Reaching down, I grasped behind her knees and lifted, urged her to hook her legs around my waist. Leah’s hands fisted in my T-shirt; my weight pressed her into the wall. The position opened her body to me, my cock fitting as natural as breathing into the notch between her legs. I licked into her mouth, pressed my lips hard against the softness of hers. Ground my erection against her body.
A surprised sound filtered from her mouth to mine. I swallowed it down.
She felt like a fucking dream, and maybe that’s what she was. How many times had I imagined this moment, imagined thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers, swallowing the taste of her over and over. How many times had I imagined the tightness of her nipples dragging against my chest, the damp heat of her pussy against my cock? More times than I could count. More often than I’d admit even to myself, but here it was, finally. Absolutely.
Jeremiah.
My cock kicked against Leah’s clit.
She dragged her mouth away, but her hands were in my hair, digging deep, refusing to let me escape. I bent to her neck, took the skin between my teeth and sucked hard, needing my mark on her, needing to brand her as mine. Needing to prove this moment was real and I wasn’t about to wake up with come splashed across my belly like I had a million times before.
“Remi.” Leah panted in my ear. Her hips rolled against mine, threatening to undo me. “God, Remi!”
So close. She’d been in my arms less than five minutes, and she was so close to climax. I could hear it in her voice, feel it in the urgency of her pelvis as she rode the ridge of my cock. And I wanted to give it to her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, including my own release. I wanted to see her body seize, see the tension ball up and explode, leaving her soft and pliant in my arms.
Snaking a hand beneath her T-shirt, I smoothed over hot skin until I found the edge of her bra. Shoved up. Taking Leah’s mouth again, I plumped her breast and pinched the taut nipple between my fingers.
Leah surged against me. A high whine escaped into my mouth.
I pinched again, rolled the tip between finger and thumb.
She convulsed in my arms.
Pressing her hard into the wall, I let her ride my cock as she hit her peak. Swallowed every moan and sob as each wave took her. Eyes open, I soaked in the beauty of orgasm on her face, the strain and need and, finally, relief. I soaked it in and knew this was far more than I’d ever deserved. Leah’s trust, her vulnerability.
The greatest gift I’d ever been given.
And when she tipped her head back against the wall, trying to breathe, trying to regain control, I buried my face in the curve of her neck and wished I could keep her forever. It was fucking stupid, a child’s impossible dream, to become someone else, someone worthy of the only woman I’d ever wanted to possess. But I closed my eyes and prayed to whatever force might be listening to somehow, please, make it come true.
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Chapter Twelve
Leah —
My mind was a mix of haze and satisfaction. Surrounded by Remi’s warmth and strength, I floated on a sea of nothingness that I never wanted to leave. And Remi’s head tucked against my neck— I’d never associated tenderness with my feelings for this man, but right now, with his head bowed against me and his arms holding me up… My heart melted.
I released the handfuls of shirt fisted in my fingers and slid them up the smooth expanse of his neck to the tendrils of hair that were just long enough to curl. His breath hitched at my touch, his hips shifting the slightest bit between my legs.
