38. Kyle

38

KYLE

I t felt like a miracle to have Clarissa back in my arms.

Her sighs drove me mad like some kind of hyped-up sex drug. Her lips were an aphrodisiac, and I was her willing addict. I set her on her bed and stared at the goddess that she was.

"I've missed you, Clarissa."

She held my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I've missed you." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"Tell me to go if you don't want this," I said. I clenched my gut, prepared for the knife of her words to plunge into my chest.

"Kyle," she started. She climbed up onto her knees. "I've always wanted you, and that's the scary part of all of this. I can't hate you. Please promise me that you won't try to hurt me again."

I brushed tears from her cheeks. "I will never hurt you again. I love you, Clarissa. I know I've been an idiot and I don't deserve you, but I swear I will spend every day for the rest of my life earning back your trust."

She leaned in and pressed her softness against me.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body tight against mine. Her lips danced across mine. I skimmed my hands over the fabric of her dress, her curves and warmth teasing my palms.

"Stay," she pleaded. "Stay with me."

"Forever," I growled as I clutched her. She was mine, and I would never be the same fool I had been before. I would never let this woman go.

I bunched the thin fabric of her dress into my fists and pulled it over her head.

It had been far too long since I had touched her. Her skin was the softest my fingers had ever been graced with being allowed to touch.

She grabbed the front of my waistband and fought with the button on my jeans.

I didn't want to be separated from her, not even for a second, but I had to step away long enough to pull my shirt off and unfasten my jeans.

Clarissa dragged me back to her. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and she ran her hands under the waistband of my jeans and boxers, pushing my jeans to the floor.

She tasted so sweet and felt a thousand times better than that.

I pressed her back onto the mattress as I somehow kicked my pants the rest of the way off. I couldn't believe my luck that she was welcoming me into her bed, back into her arms. I trailed kisses over her jaw and down her neck. I wanted to savor every lick, every taste. I lost my ability to restrain myself once I sucked a dusky nipple into my mouth.

She gasped and arched up to me. Her breasts were so round and soft. I lost myself, pressing into her while pulling and tugging on the nipple in my mouth.

Clarissa weaved her fingers through my hair, clutching me to her. Her legs slid against mine, and she wrapped those amazing thighs around my hips.

The warmth of her core teased my cock. I was hard and aching to be inside her.

"Kyle, please."

There was something about her begging that undid me. I wanted to take my time with her, but I was as desperate as she was.

I plunged into her wet pussy. I stopped breathing. Her body was everything. She was home, she was love, she was magic. I found my breath again as my hips pulled back before sliding back into her.

She let out a whimper. She grabbed onto me harder.

I sucked her further into my mouth and kneaded her other breast with increased vigor. She was mine, and this was the most intense need I had ever felt for her. Every time with her was better than the time before.

Her inner walls clenched and released in a perfect dance that drove me to a frenzied pace. She matched me thrust for thrust, drawing me ever deeper into her body, into her being.

The sounds she made let me know she was close to her orgasm moments before her body told me. She didn't know what to hold onto. She grabbed my hair, my arms, and she pounded her fists against the bed. Her inner walls began bouncing off my cock without rhythm or rhyme.

I growled with great joy as she lost it. Her head fell back, and she struggled to gasp for air as the orgasm rolled over her.

"Don't… don't stop," she begged.

It was hard. I didn't want to stop, but her body was literally sucking my own orgasm out of me. I wasn't going to have any muscle control in a matter of seconds.

This was for her as much as it was for me, maybe even more so. She deserved all the good feelings, all the orgasms first. I fought to maintain control of my body. She let out a keening whine as something intense tightened all of her muscles. I was no longer in control as my body spilled into her. I felt as if my entire body was turning to liquid before I was back in my own skin.

I fell to the side, pulling her into my arms and holding her tightly.

"I love you," she said between panting breaths.

"I love you. I have missed what you do to me," I confessed.

Morning light woke me. I eased out of bed, letting Clarissa sleep. I got dressed and went to kiss her and let her know I was leaving.

She grabbed my hand. "You don't have to go."

I glanced over my shoulder in the direction of Leo's room.

"I don't think he'll make anything of it as long as we treat it as being normal," she said. "He'll be happy to see you. Stay at least through breakfast."

"If I'm staying for breakfast, then I will make pancakes for everyone."

With a stretch that did amazing things to her breasts, Clarissa asked, "You make pancakes?"

"And I'm very good at it," I confessed. I could not help myself, I leaned in and palmed one of her perfect breasts while I kissed her thoroughly.

I was in the kitchen working on breakfast with bacon sizzling on the stove and ladling pancake batter onto an electric skillet when Leo discovered I was still there. He came running into the kitchen and wrapped himself around my legs.

"Careful there, kiddo," I said. "I'm cooking."

"You sound just like Mommy," he said. "She says that when she's cooking and doesn't want me to get hurt."

"That is exactly right," I said.

"Are you making pancakes? I love pancakes," he said.

"Me too," I agreed. "Is your mommy up?"

"She's in the bathroom."

Okay, I could do this. I didn't have to worry about what to feed him. I could ask. "Do you drink milk or orange juice with breakfast?"

It seemed odd that my son was almost six, and I had no idea whether he even drank milk.

"Milk makes my tummy hurt," he said.

I paused and looked at him. "Really? Mine too." I was fine with processed dairy, but not milk. "Does cheese give you a tummy ache?" I asked.

"No. They get mad at me sometimes at school because everybody has to drink milk except for me."

"What do you drink at school?"

"Water or juice boxes," he said.

There was so much about him that I didn't know, and it felt like I should, such as his lactose intolerance.

"Are there foods you can't have, like peanuts?"

"My friend Declan is allergic to peanuts. His mommy won't let him even have candy with them."

"But your mommy lets you have peanuts?"

"I can't have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at school because it will make Declan very, very, very, very"—he kept saying very— "sick, and I don't want to make Declan sick."

"That sounds like you're being a good friend, keeping him from getting sick. What does Mommy drink?"

"Mommy likes coffee," he said and then proceeded to make a face. Clearly, he didn't like coffee. The conversation felt a little surreal, but then again, most conversations with Leo were not anything I could have expected.

"Good morning," Clarissa mumbled as she staggered into the kitchen, her hair a sexy mess, and she had put on a pair of comfortable looking pajamas that I found to be sexier than I think she intended them to be. Then again, it was Clarissa who was exceptionally sexy this morning. "Oh, coffee, good." She went straight to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup.

"Leo was telling me that milk gives him a tummy ache," I said.

She padded across to where I stood in front of the stove and stared down at the food.

"That looks delicious," she said. "I hope that it tastes as good as it smells. Yeah, he can't have milk. He seems to be okay with ice cream, yogurt, and cheese, and anything that's been processed."

"I'm that way too," I said.

She stopped and stared at me for a moment before shrugging. "I guess that makes sense because he certainly didn't get that from me."

Her phone rang. She picked it up from where she had left it charging the evening before.

"Oh, crap!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Marci and Davey are headed back earlier than I expected," she said, "and…" She read the front of her phone. "It looks like things did not go the way Marci wanted them to. They are headed back early."

"That sounds like I'll be heading out right after breakfast," I said.

"Thank you for understanding."

I spent the rest of the day thinking about how disappointed her friend must have been when she was expecting a proposal. I needed to make sure that I did not let Clarissa down that way ever again. However, on Monday morning, I received a message that had me worried that I might. Sullivan sent a lengthy email from the Hong Kong office explaining how the client for a new building wanted me on hand.

Sullivan was perfectly capable of handling the client's every need. I needed to be here for Clarissa and Leo. She would never, ever forgive me if I left now. I knew this was my last chance at winning the woman I loved and keeping her in my life.