Leverage (Part Three)(32)

Julianna covered her mouth with her hands, afraid of what might come out. “I don't know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

It was all moving too quickly. Was she being a fool? What if Miles was right and once a cheater always a cheater? Was she willing to put it all on the line for him? Was she willing to take that risk with her baby? “I kissed Miles,” she blurted out. “And I almost slept with him but I didn't.” She waited for his reaction. Either he would flip out and show his true colors or he would remain humble.

Boston swallowed but didn't start shouting. Instead, he accepted her admission almost as if accepting his penance. “If you had it would’ve been within your right. But I am so grateful that you made a different choice,” he said quietly. Her heart sang with unmitigated joy and she didn’t care about anything else. She pulled him toward her so that he had to position himself between her knees and then she laid a deep, satisfying kiss on his mouth, with tongues tangling and teeth accidentally scraping until they were ripping at each other’s clothing in an ungainly, desperate rush to feel skin on skin. Within seconds her top was off and his mouth was latched onto her breast, sucking and laving, eager to taste every inch of her sun-kissed flesh, and she was lost to the pleasure of being in Boston’s arms. He hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She was delirious, not quite sure how everything had changed but she was so grateful. “Tell me you love me again,” she said as he laid her gently on the bed. “I need to hear it again and again and again.”

“I love you desperately – ridiculously — unfathomably. And I promise I always will. From this moment forward, we start fresh. You are my equal in every way. I will never keep secrets from you and I will always stand by your side. I’ve waited my whole life for you and now that I’ve got you…I’m never letting you go.”

And that was all she needed to hear. She was willing to wipe the slate clean and forget the ugly parts of their former relationship and with it, the pain of betrayal and loss because she saw a new man — a better version of Boston — and she was giddy with excitement to start her life with him.

Together. A team.

And in seven months, there’d be a new Kincaid to add to the roster.

She gasped as Boston pressed fervent kisses down the smooth skin of her belly, closing her eyes as he paused ever so slightly at the subtle rounding, knowing that he was honoring their creation, their baby. “You’re my everything,” he murmured against stomach and she knew that he was talking to both her and the baby. But then he moved lower and she knew where he was going. Sliding her bikini bottoms free from her hips, he took his time to lovingly open her legs and then bury his face between her folds, nuzzling and teasing with torturously slow attention to her most sensitive spots. She inhaled a sharp breath as pleasure sprang to life inside her, spiraling out with fingers of pure sensation as he worked her clit as only Boston could. Oh yes, she lifted her hips to meet his marauding mouth and when he slowly pushed his finger inside her while he sucked and teased that rigid nub until she was shaking and thrashing, desperate to shatter. And then she did. “Boston!” she cried out, breathing hard with great rasping heaves as she tried to slow her pulse but Boston was too hungry to go slowly. She clutched him to her as he rose to cover her with his big, solid body. His murmured, “you wreck me in the most perfect way” sent a wild, elated thrill through her body that sang of love and completion and she knew this was right. She opened to him, anchoring her legs around his hips and he drove into her, sliding with exquisite precision into her willing heat, filling her completely until she didn’t know where he stopped and she began. This was how it was supposed to be — two lovers exchanging breath and energy — binding their souls together in a cosmic convergence of ultimate pleasure. Sometimes it wasn’t just sex, it was making love and she only just realized that Boston had been making love to her from the start, even when it’d been shockingly dirty. “God, I love you,” she cried, arching, offering herself more fully to him as he pistoned his shaft into her shuddering body, accepting each hard thrust and drinking in each guttural moan as she greedily took everything he had. “Say my name,” she cried, breathing hard as her body rocked with the orgasm barreling down her nerve endings, milking his cock with each rhythmic contraction.

“My Julianna,” he gasped, his hips jerking as he poured his load into her, bathing her insides with his sweet, hot fluids. He shuddered as he collapsed against her with one final, “Julianna!” and she died a little, overwhelmed by pure bliss. She was his Julianna and he was her Boston. How had she ever imagined that it wouldn’t end like this? They were epic together. If only they’d both realized sooner. Imagine all the earth-shattering sex they would’ve had. A sigh, so replete with satisfaction and contentment escaped her lips and Boston rose up to peer at her with a grin that was adorably smug because she knew his heart. “I love you, Boston Kincaid,” she said, smoothing his damp hair and staring into his beautiful eyes.#p#分页标题#e#