I want her in my life, and I want her permanently. Forever.
Shit, I think I want her to be my wife.
Leela squeezes so hard and fast and brings me to such a raging orgasm that I see white light. I’m blinded for about five seconds, and in those five seconds, I see everything. I see a house; I see children. I even see a fucking dog and three cats. I’m not even an animal person. PTA meetings. Holding hands on sunset walks around the neighborhood. Anniversary dinners and soccer games, and school plays. I’ve always said I never wanted any of that shit. I’ve reviled it, but Leela is dropping truth in my veins. I shat on all of that because I never thought I could have it.
With her, it’s all possible. That’s what she’s going to have someday, and that’s what I want. If I want her to continue being in my life, I need those things.
“Shit, Kitten. You’re killing me.” I grumble and grit out the unintelligible words as I heave deep breaths into her hair and come hard all over her stomach.
“Crosby,” she whispers.
“Leela.”
I’m barely holding myself upright against the countertop; she’s made me so fucking weak. I close my eyes and hug her close to me.
I should carry her to the shower and clean her up, but I just need a minute.
“Crosby.”
“Yeah, I got carried away and forgot the sex towel. Be right back.” I move to get up, but Leela grips my arm and hooks one of her thick thighs around my legs.
“No, it’s not that,” she laughs softly. “You said I needed to tell you when I did or didn’t like something.”
“Ah shit. What’d I do wrong?”
She responds by patting my chest and then circles her arms around my neck. Curious, I look down into her smiling face. “So I’m letting you know you look adorable when you come.”
I have to study her face to see if she’s mocking me. But I see no sign of that. “Adorable?” I ask.
She nods. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen when you do that.”
“Cute?”
Again, she laughs and nods.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No. You just have such a tough guy exterior. You’re sneering or smirking or dominating or even glowering at me most of the time. But when you come, your face goes all soft. Like you’re enjoying the world’s most amazing symphony, and you have to close your eyes and let the music flow through you.”
“I’m a very black and white thinker, Leela. You’re going to have to fill me in. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”
Leela wags her head back and forth and says, “It’s neither. It’s just beautiful. You have a beautiful soul in there.”
My stomach tightens. All this time, I was thinking about owning her, and she sees me. I never thought about what would happen when she got to me. Her eyes have punctured my armor, and she’s getting close now.
“Nobody who really knows me would say that, Leela.”
Her pink tongue darts out and wets her lips. “Then nobody really knows you.”
The way this woman is squeezing my heart. I can’t handle it.
“Time for bed,” I say softly, pulling her robe shut and tying the belt.
“Did I say something wrong, Crosby?”
Wrong? She’s turned everything on its head. Wrong doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“Need sleep,” I say, cupping her cheek and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Come on.”