Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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Judging by the faint sounds of music and laughter that reach my room, the party in our backyard is in full swing.
I hope it lasts all night. This way, Leah and I can be together, and she doesn't have to worry about my parents.
Together.
It still feels like a dream—the one I don't want to wake up from.
Letting her read the letters wasn't something I planned. I was going to set them on fire, convinced that I'd lost her and she would be unable to forgive me and look past the hurt I'd inflicted.
I was about to give up, but then she kissed me, putting all my broken pieces back together, and gluing them to make sure they wouldn't smash to smithereens once more.
And then, I had her again, all of her—the body I loved, and her heart, and her trust.
The calluses of my fingertips rub against her tattoo. I take another instance to study the cage, and the birds etched into her skin. The artist did a great job—the tattoo is delicate and detailed. It suits her.
I press my lips to the ink on Leah's skin and drag the tip of my tongue over the contours, tasting her.
A breathless moan leaves her mouth, making me hard and painfully aware of the fact that she's naked in my arms, with her back resting against my chest and the swells of her bare breasts taunting me.
I gather the mass of Leah's dark hair in my hand and wrap it around my wrist, tugging gently but hard enough for her to tilt her head back and lean it on my shoulder.
Our gazes lock. Her gray eyes peer into mine, and it feels as if she's peeling off my layers one by one, leaving me exposed and vulnerable at her mercy.
I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hard. Leah smiles into the kiss. One of her hands lands on my neck, and she caresses me while I devour her lips as if I'm starving. I cup her jaw and smooth a thumb over her chin, making her open her mouth and let me explore all of it.
My hand travels over the delicate skin of her neck and makes its way to her chest. Leah's skin is scorching. I caress her tongue with mine and cup her breast, squeezing and rubbing my thumb over the pink nipple.
It hardens from my touch, and Leah whimpers into my mouth, trying to deepen the kiss.
I move to her other breast, giving it equal attention. Leah arches her back and presses herself to me more. I feel her heat through the tight denim. Another moan of hers is all it takes for me to pop the button open and yank my jeans and underwear down, exposing myself.
I toss my discarded clothes to the floor, momentarily breaking the kiss. Then, I return to her.
Kitten grips my hair and tugs at my bottom lip with her teeth when she feels my cock against her cute little ass. I massage her breasts with both hands and put my mouth on her neck, kissing the place where her pulse throbs beneath the creamy skin.
