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His words hit me like a punch to the gut.Twenty years.That’s how long Leo and I should’ve been together. We should have had those two decades to figure each other out, to learn how to balance the wild parts of ourselves with the softer ones. But life had other plans. And instead of growing together, we grew apart. We lived different lives and made different choices.
I set my fork down and sighed, glancing up at him. “That’s what we should have had,” I admitted softly. “Twenty years.”
Leo’s expression softened, and the humor in the air evaporated, replaced by the weight of everything we had missed out on. “Yeah,” he said, his voice just as quiet. “We should have.”
We stood in silence for a beat, both of us lost in thoughts of what could’ve been. The kitchen was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the refrigerator. It felt intimate, and not just because of the pie or the fact that Leo wasn’t wearing a shirt. It was something deeper than that—something between us that had never fully gone away, even after all this time.
Leo finally broke the silence, his voice gentle but firm. “But we didn’t, Brynn. We didn’t have those twenty years. We had different lives and different paths. And maybe it wasn’t perfect, but... we’re here now.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. He was right, but it didn’t stop the ache in my chest. “I know. I just... it’s hard not to think about it sometimes. About what we missed out on.”
Leo took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch mine, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles. “We can’t change the past,” he said softly. “But we can decide what happens next.”
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were steady and calm, but there was something else there, too—something hopeful. I realized then that while we had lost a lot, we still had a chance to make something of the future. It wasn’t too late for us.
I squeezed his hand, the tension between us softening into something warmer, more hopeful. “I want that,” I said quietly. “I want us to figure this out.”
Leo’s smile sent a rush of heat through me, and his words lit something deep inside—a fire that I didn’t want to contain any longer.Why were we waiting?We had wasted enough time already, and now, with the air thick with desire and the intimacy of the moment surrounding us, waiting seemed absurd.
Without thinking, I swiped my finger through the whipped cream left in the pie tin and reached out to smear it across Leo’s chest. His eyes widened slightly, darkening with lust as they met mine. “Oops,” I whispered, my voice dropping into something sultry and teasing. “Looks like you have something there.”
Leo’s lips parted, his breath hitching slightly as he watched me.
“Let me get it for you,” I added, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with the heat that now pulsed through my entire body.
I leaned in, my tongue lightly brushing against his chest, tasting the sweetness of the whipped cream mixed with the salt of his skin. Leo’s reaction was immediate—a deep groan that sent a shiver down my spine.
“God damn,” he moaned, his voice rough with need. His fingers threaded through my hair, gripping it lightly as he pulled me closer, urging me on. The tension between us snapped, and there was no more room for restraint. I licked the whipped cream from his chest, savoring the heat of his skin beneath my tongue, the way his muscles tensed under my touch.
His hand tightened in my hair, guiding my mouth across his chest, and my own hands roamed over his body, memorizing the hard planes of muscle, the dips and curves that I had once known so well but now felt like a rediscovery. His skin was warm, the heat radiating off him, and I wanted more. I needed more.
Leo tugged me up, pulling me into a fierce kiss. Our mouths crashed together, and I could taste the remnants of the chocolate pie mixed with his own flavor—intoxicating. His tongue swept into my mouth, commanding and possessive, and I couldn’t help but melt against him.
Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel his desire through the thin fabric of my clothes. My hands slipped lower, tracing the edge of his sweatpants, but he was quicker. Leo’s hands were on me, sliding under my shirt, and in one swift motion, he lifted it over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra.
He pulled back for a second, his gaze locking onto my chest, the hunger in his eyes making my knees weak. Without a word,he grabbed the remaining whipped cream and smeared it over my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitched as the cool cream met my skin, but that coolness was quickly replaced by the searing heat of Leo’s mouth.
His tongue traced slow, deliberate paths across my skin. My head fell back, and a moan escaped me as his mouth worked its magic. Every stroke of his tongue, every gentle bite, sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I couldn’t stop the way my body arched toward him, craving more.
“Leo,” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued to taste me, his mouth hot and insistent against my skin.
He growled against my breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he licked it clean. His hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, igniting every inch of me. I was drowning in him, in the overwhelming need that had been simmering between us.
“Brynn,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough and thick with desire. His hands slid to my hips, lifting me up onto the counter as though I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.
I could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, and the friction was enough to make me gasp. He moved between my legs, grinding against me as his mouth found mine again, and this time the kiss was desperate, needy. I responded in kind, my nails dragging down his back, pulling him even closer as I lost myself in him.
Leo’s hands gripped the waistband of my shorts, and with one swift motion, he tugged them down. I was completely bare in front of him. His eyes darkened even further as they roamed over my body, taking in every inch of me with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through me.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, his voice barely controlled as his hand slid down my thigh, then between my legs, teasing me.
“Leo,” I whimpered, the need in my voice undeniable.
He smirked, leaning in to whisper against my ear, “Patience, baby.” His fingers teased me, brushing lightly against my most sensitive spot, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
But Leo had no patience either. His own control seemed to snap as he slid his fingers inside me, his thumb working slow circles. My head fell back, and I clutched onto his shoulders, moaning at the sensation. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to push me right to the edge of pleasure without letting me fall over.
“Leo,” I gasped again, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
