Chapter 10
Kate
Panting. I was panting.
Legacy stood five feet away from me. His eyes widened as his fingers scraped up and down the red mark on his cheek.
The mark I had made.
I had slapped Legacy.
Taking a step forward, I froze as he slowly lowered his hand, his eyes narrowing. He was angry, and that anger blazed out of them. His lips thinned until they had almost disappeared.
“Legacy, shit, I—”
Throwing up a hand, he silenced me. And we went back to staring. Staring and breathing raggedly through our mouths. The very air around us was charged with anger. Both his and mine. And it was making us both breathless.
Unconsciously, I let my hands touch the soft leather that I had slipped on. I didn’t even know what had come over me.
When I saw him grab that red-haired club girl, it was like someone took a baseball bat to my gut. Watching him walk away with her, knowing that he was going to fuck her, was suffocating.
Not that anyone had noticed. Or if they had, they hadn’t said anything.
And then she appeared no more than two minutes later.
I knew then that nothing had happened between them.
And that’s when I had gone looking for him. Duke had told me which room was Legacy’s, so it hadn’t been hard to find.
What had been hard was waiting around while he took the longest shower in the history of showers.
I didn’t know what made me pick up his leather cut. Maybe I just wanted to take a closer look at it. When I had first met Legacy, he had been in uniform. And for the next few years, he was either in that or casual clothes. Only twice had I seen him in a suit. Once when I married the love of my life and the second when I buried him.
These days, Legacy always wore his leather on his back. He wore it like it was some sort of armour that could protect him.
I’d rubbed the buttery leather against my cheek, surprised at how soft it was. I’d traced every single patch on it. They were like a story of his life.
Slipping it on had felt like the most natural thing in the world. Until he had stepped out of the bathroom.
And then all hell had broken loose.
We stared at each other. Like animals about to fight, we watched each other warily. From down the hallway, I could hear raised voices. Someone was fighting, but the noise seemed to drift away. It didn’t affect us right now.
I didn’t know how to move on from this. What could I say to make him understand how crazy he made me? How him being near me made me feel things that I didn’t want to feel?
I took a step forward, and he took a step back. His eyes were flashing.
“Don’t.” He shook his head. “Just leave, Kate. Go. I’m going as well. You won’t need to worry about me for a while.”
My mouth closed. Breathing hard from my nose, I studied him, contemplating his words.
He was talking about leaving. Pain ripped through me. A physical pain that made me want to double over.
Instead, I launched myself at him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I crushed my lips to his.
He hesitated for a nanosecond and then his hands came up and under my ass, lifting me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his lips parted mine.
Legacy kissed me like he was breathing me in. His tongue lapped against mine, his lips bruisingly firm.
I ground myself against him. The wetness of his skin dampened the cotton of my panties. Or maybe it was me who was making them wet.
“Kate.” Breathing heavily, Legacy pulled away half an inch. His forehead came down to rest against mine.
“Legacy.” My lips twitched.
“Are you going to slap me again?” He asked it so quietly that I barely heard him.
For a second, I didn’t know what to say. Closing the distance between our faces, I kissed him. His minty sigh flowed into my mouth, and I tightened my arms around his neck.
“No, I”m not going to slap you again,” I said.
He smiled against my lips. “Good.” Another brush of his lips against mine.
It was like we couldn’t stop ourselves. We couldn’t go more than a second or two before we brought our lips back together, sipping at each other.
“You kissed me.”
“I know.” I did it again. His breath was minty and cool, but his lips were hot.
“Why?” His arm hooked under my ass, and he walked towards the bed before sitting on the edge with me firmly straddling his lap.
I shrugged, making no move to climb off and sit next to him.
“Kate, why did you kiss me?”
“Why did you kiss me?” I countered. “Before? Why did you kiss me?”
Legacy groaned. Leaning back on his arms, he closed his eyes. “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages. I don’t even know how long. I…I’m…” He stuttered to a stop.
“I think I’m in love with you,” I blurted before I could help myself. My cheeks flamed.
Legacy’s eyes flew open. His lips parted. Reaching out, he cupped my cheek, drawing my face down to his.
“Do you mean that?”
Mutely, I nodded.
God, had I really just said that out loud? Embarrassment flooded me. I should have kept it to myself because how was I ever going to be around him now? Especially when he wasn’t saying anything meaningful back.
I had well and truly humiliated myself.
Grumbling, I tried to push myself away from him. Legacy’s eyebrows came together as he held me fast. “Where are you going?”
“Off of your lap.” I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “You’re naked.”
I hadn’t even thought about his lack of clothes until that moment, and now it was all I could think about.
“I know.” He pushed up his hips. I swallowed hard. “Does that bother you?”
Mutely, I shook my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak. If I did, he would hear the croak in my voice and know I was lying.
“Look at me.”
Biting my lip, I lifted my eyes to his. He was smiling, but his eyes were thoughtful. Soft.
“Kate.” His voice wobbled. “I love you too.” Shaking his head, it was his time to blush. “I probably should have said it back straight away. But, fuck.” His hands closed around my hips and squeezed. “I don’t know how long I’ve felt that way. And that’s wrong.”
Was it wrong? Maybe.
Paul had been the love of my life. And I had been his. He had been all of my firsts. All of them. I would have loved him forever. Grown old with him. Had babies and a future.
But Paul had died. He had died and left me alone. And I had been truly alone. Even with Conner to take care of, I’d been so lonely. And I hadn’t known how to move on.
Every date I’d gone on, every man who had kissed me after Paul’s death, had felt like a betrayal. They had felt alien and wrong.
Legacy didn’t feel that way.
It was scaring me more than I wanted to admit.
“It doesn’t feel wrong.”
Legacy smiled. “No, it doesn’t.” Bringing his mouth to my neck, he kissed me there, right over my pulse point. My heartbeat took off at a gallop.
“Nothing has ever felt so fucking right.” Sliding his hands up my sides. He hesitated.
Our eyes clashed again. Both of us were breathing heavily.
“Touch me, Legacy,” I answered his unasked question. I could see that he wanted to. He was trembling with the need to bring our bodies together.
I was as well.
With fumbling fingers, he reached for the top button of my dress. Each one was popped open with a slow, agonising movement, until the lilac material lay on either side of my body. And then tentatively, he slid his hand across one breast, cupping it in his hand over my plain white bra. I had a moment to wish I’d put on nicer undies, but it was short-lived.
He moaned. “I need to taste your skin, Kate. I need this off.” Fingers dipped under my bra, teasing the edge of my already hard nipple.
“It opens in the front.” My voice shook like his fingers. A heady mix of desire and nerves.
“Thank God for that.” Legacy wasted no time. His finger worked and after two attempts, my bra went the same way as my dress, hanging from my shoulders. “God, you’re beautiful, Kate.” Sliding his hands around me, he pulled me back against him. My breasts squashed against the solid muscles of his chest. His lips were on mine, hungry, greedy.
I matched his movements. Our bodies rubbing and writhing against each other. The heat grew until it became almost unbearable. If he didn’t touch me soon, then it would burn me to nothing.
The need for him consumed me.
“I want to taste every single inch of your skin, Kate.” He dropped his head to the swell of my breast, peppering it with kisses.
I moaned. But it still wasn’t enough. Arching my back, I thrust my tits into his face, my hips rolling so I could rub my pussy against the hard cock that was pressed so firmly against me.
“Fuck me, Legacy.” The words ripped their way out of my throat. A harsh, breathless moan made my words almost unintelligible.
“I’m going to.” His tongue lapped at the edge of my nipple, swirling around it but never drawing it into his mouth. “And I’m going to take my time. It feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”
It did feel like a lifetime. Every second felt like forever.
“I can’t wait.” Pushing at his chest, I tried to stand, shrugging my clothes and the leather down my arms. I wanted to be naked with him, so I could feel the full length of his body against mine.
He caught my wrists. “What are you doing?”
“Taking this off so—”
He flopped backwards on the bed, pulling me with him. “Put it on, Kate. I want to fuck you in it.”
Both hands came up to cup my breasts. Kneading and squeezing hard. “I want to hear you cum with my colours against your skin.”
His words did something to me and I obliged, discarding my clothes but sliding the leather back up on my shoulders. I could hear his desperation and I felt it, too. My hips rolled harder this time. My damp panties rubbed along the hard, thick length of him. And I was trembling on the edge of an orgasm. Every move rubbed his cock so deliciously against my clit.
Growling out a string of profanities, Legacy yanked my panties aside.
“Sit on my face, Kate.” His hands were urgent as he tried to pull me up his body. “Let me taste how wet you are.”
Shaking my head, I reached between our bodies, lining him up with my wet opening.
Legacy’s eyes flew open, widening as I speared myself inch by inch on his cock. He was big, and even though I wasn’t a virgin, I had to take it slowly.
“Sweet Jesus.” His chest heaved up and down under the hands I had placed on it. My eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head as he started to move. His movements were slow at first, so I could grow accustomed to his length and girth.
“You feel amazing,” he murmured. “If I had known it would feel this good, I would have—”
Leaning over his chest, I brought my lips to his, silencing him. “Stop talking, Legacy.”
Chuckling, he grinned. He pushed me upright, his hands on my breasts under the soft leather of his cut. With a sharp thrust upwards with his hips, he pushed his cock even further into me.
I let out a warbled cry.
“Fuck me then, Kate. Fuck me like you mean it.”