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“Then let’s get to it.” She bridges the final gap between our lips and kisses me deeply.

CHAPTER20

Francesca

“Do you trust me?” Leo asks, holding out his hand. I stare at it for a moment, though I already know my answer. Even though Leo hurt me, I know he regrets it. I know he wants to make things better between us.

And I’m tired of holding back my feelings, my words, and my heart.

I’m ready to live my life to the fullest with Leo at my side.

So, I know my answer. I don’t hesitate to say it. “I do.” I slip my hand in his, and together, we walk over the threshold of our home.

Leo has a clean bill of health. I remained at his hospital bedside until he could leave. And the entire time, we talked and cleared the air. He told me about seeing his father and how he found closure in it. I told him about seeing my mom and finding closure in that.

Now, we’re ready to put the past behind us and focus on our future together.

Leo scoops me into his arms, making me gasp as I cling to him. “Should you be picking me up?” I ask as he carries me upstairs to our bedroom.

“I’m healthy. Why wouldn’t I? I want to feel my wife in my arms.”

“All right, then. No complaints from me.”

When we enter our bedroom, I gasp again. Bouquets of lilies after lilies rest on the nightstand tables, the dresser, the windowsill, and the floor. “When did you do this?”

“I called for a delivery when you left to get food one day. I wanted to surprise you with this.”

I have to blink back tears as I kiss Leo, long and deep.

“I only want to see you smile like that for the rest of our lives,” he tells me, setting me down on the bed.

“Then give me more reasons to smile,” I respond, pulling him down with me. Leo kisses me again. It’s passionate and full of things we’ve already spoken to each other—apologies, forgiveness, and, most importantly, love.

I rip Leo’s clothes off frantically, desperate for him to touch me. Leo, on the other hand, takes his time taking mine off, driving me crazy.

“I need you,” I whisper into his ear. That’s the one thing Leo has taught me—how to speak up for what I want, and right now, all I want is my husband.

“God, I need you, too,” he says, his voice haggard.

Our lips meld together as we lie back onto the mattress, fully naked, holding each other in our arms. Leo rolls me onto my back, spreading kisses all over my chest and neck and breasts. I sigh and arch into him. He cups my breasts, sending a wave of pleasure over me and to the spot between my legs.

“Leo.” I grasp the back of his head. “Oh, I need you.”

“I know.” He kisses down my body and rests himself between my legs, looking up at me with not only lust-filled eyes, but loved-filled ones, too. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” Then he presses his lips to my sensitive nub, and I cry out, unable to hold back my voice any longer.

Leo licks me all over, from my nub to my folds. I can barely stand the sensation. It makes me feel like the only woman in the world as I’m being cherished by my husband. My hips arch up. For once, I don’t blush. I don’t need to anymore. Leo has shown me he accepts me for me. I don’t ever have to feel embarrassed about being myself again.

When he slides his tongue over my nub, flicking it again and again, I finally lose it. My orgasm his me fast and hard, and I know what I want to do.

I want to scream my husband’s name in pleasure. “Leo!” I don’t hold back.

He sits back once my body stops trembling and leans over me, settling his body between the curves and folds of mine. His erection is so close to my entrance, and my body throbs at the reminder of how good it feels to be with him.

Leo holds my gaze and slides his fingers through mine before he enters me in one smooth motion. We moan together. He clenches my hands so tightly, I almost can’t feel them, but I don’t care. All I want is to be here in this moment with the man I love.

We find our pace together and move as one. Leo has always been so gentle with me when it comes to sex, but there’s still that underlining passion that makes it so amazing.

He rolls onto his back, bringing me on top of him. For a moment, I hesitate. “You be in charge tonight,” he tells me, gripping my hips. “Don’t be afraid.”