Regan.
I wouldn't have expected those words to come out of Leah's mouth, seeing how we left things, twelve years ago.
Hearing her request, the familiar feelings that stirred between us, unfinished flames of desire, hit me, like a thunderbolt.
She's standing there, still in her mini-dress. Her legs, straight. I saunter towards Leah, holding her gaze. She's everything I ever wanted in a woman. She's all my heart pleaded for years ago. And she was snatched from me before we even started.
I lower my head to hers, tracing her face with my fingers. Exploring the fine lines of her lips. Her jawline. I lower my lips to hers, tracing her lower lip with my tongue. Kissing her lower lip. Biting, tasting. I lick her jawline, her neck.
She releases a deep moan, her fingers climbing my shoulders. Pressing herself into me. Her breasts are pressed into my chest.
