52. Epilogue #3
When I finally lifted my mouth from hers, she was breathing harder, her forehead pressed on mine.
“We should go,” she breathed, like she could read my thoughts.
“We should,” I agreed, not moving. Even though all I wanted right now was to bury myself inside her and live there. Five years and it was never going to be enough. Still obsessed. Still unhinged… just for her.
She smiled, a wicked little thing. “You’re not going to behave, are you?”
“Not tonight, Maia” I whispered over her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, down her throat, then between her cleavage that made her grip my shoulders harder.
“Orion—”
“The way you say my name—” I grunted into her skin. “I've waited all day to hear you say it the way you do when we're alone.”
Her fingers pulled at the back of my neck, and I gave in deeper into the kiss.
Somewhere beyond the hedges, I could hear the car pulling around to the front.
When I finally pulled back, her lips were slightly swollen, her eyes dark, and matching the deep lust in mine. That was definitely our cue to leave before I fucked my wife in the church garden.
I stood and held out my hand, and she placed it in mine. I closed my fingers around it, leading her down the stone path toward the gate.
Stephen was already waiting by the car. He opened the rear door as we approached, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
“Good evening, Monsieur. Madam.”
“Stephen,” I said, tapping his shoulder.
Léonie gave him a smile before sliding into the back seat. I followed, and the moment the door shut behind us, the privacy screen rose.
She looked at me, amused. “That was fast.”
“I plan ahead.”
“That’s definitely one way to say it.”
She moved closer almost immediately, melting into my side with a tired little sigh that sent heat through me, straight down my spine. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head, then the side of her face, then the tip of her nose,
“Blaise is back next week,” I said, letting my hand rest over her knee. “He can finally take a break from Singapore”
She tilted her face up, surprised. “I spoke to him last week. He didn’t tell me.”
“Maybe he wanted to surprise you.”
“Hmm…You’ve had him buried in that project for two years.”
“The project needed someone I trusted.”
“Well Laurent is still furious about that one?” She said inbetween a giggle.
“Laurent is always furious.”
That pulled a good laugh from her.
Outside the city lights waved past us in long bright strides.
I traced my thumb over her jawline. “Are you alright with them not being there today?”
I didn’t need to say who. She knew who I meant.
Her father and Debo missing the christening because business had taken them out of the country.
Léa gave a tiny shrug and tucked herself closer into me. “I’ll send Debo pictures later. I’m sure he wished he was here.” She lifted one shoulder. “It would have been nice, I suppose. But all that mattered was that I had you. And our children. Also our friends.”
A sudden warmth washed over me. I tipped her chin and kissed her.
Five years and intimacy was still very much intense with us. She was always willing and open for me and it made me lose reason fast, every time I touched her.
I placed my hand to the back of her neck, holding her there as the kiss deepened. Her fingers found my tie and loosened it with slow, intentional tugs that made my blood heat up fast.
She was half into my lap now, and I moved my hand down the line of her spine, then lower, feeling every sexy inch of her through the fabric of her dress.
When I finally pulled back, it was only far enough to look at her.
The streetlight outside caught at her earrings, throwing a warm glint across her neck and cheek.
It reminded me of our wedding night when we drove back to the estate. When I stil didn’t know what I felt for her.
I dragged my thumb gently beneath one of the earrings, where the light caught and turned opalescent over her skin.
“What is it?” she asked softly.
“Nothing.”
“That’s not true.”
I looked at her for a moment longer, and the look that always made me divulge my deepest secrets—was alive in her eyes, waiting.
“The light hit your earrings the same way it caught your ring the night we left our wedding reception.”
She stilled, then smiled shyly. She obviously wasn’t expecting that. “Well back then things were different.”
I found myself mirroring her smile. “Not exactly. I mean…I wouldn’t have had a single complaint if you’d taken on this exact position that night.” I teased her.
“Orion Kade!”
I laughed heartfully and kissed her again. Her hand stayed in my hair.
“But I’m being truthful, “ I continued. “I’ve always been yours, Mrs. Kade.”
Her dark gaze held mine, and I pulled her closer into my lap so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. So she’d know how impatient I already was.
The car rolled to a stop before anything else could happen.
I got out first and moved around to her side. Stephen opened the door, but I was already reaching for her.
“Orion,” she said, half-laughing as I slid an arm beneath her knees and lifted her out.
“You wore heels. It’s my duty.”
“You just need an excuse.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck anyway.
By the time I carried her through the foyer, Mrs. Lewis was standing there with the look of a woman who had seen far too much and expected worse.
“Good evening, Monsieur. Madame.”
“Mrs. Lewis,” I acknowledged.
“Evening,” Léa returned, her face already half-hidden in the hollow between my neck and shoulder.
I didn’t break stride.
Are the children asleep?" Léa asked over my shoulder.
Mrs. Lewis’s mouth twitched. “Yes, they are, Madame. I’ll have tea sent up in twenty minutes. Or thirty. Or later, if you prefer.”
Léa made a sound close to a choke. I moved faster, like a man on a mission till I got her upstairs and into our room. Kicked the door shut behind us and set her gently on the bed. I knelt long enough to unfasten one heel, then the other, pressing a kiss to each ankle when I slipped them off.
“Maybe I should have left them on,” I drawled, trailing kisses from her ankle up to her thigh. “So you could dig them into my back when you come for me.”
Her breath snagged at my words.
I spread her knees with my hands and stepped between them.
“You know… you’re very intense for a man who just attended a child’s christening.” Her fingers toyed at the silk tie around my neck.
“I attended the christening,” I said, bending to kiss the line of her throat. “Now I’m attending to my wife.”
A laugh trembled out of her, ending in a breathier moan when I kissed her neck and started trailing kisses toward her shoulder.
I pushed her dress higher over her thighs, my hands gliding up her thigh until I felt the lace at her waist. My cock throbbed as I explored, and she quivered under my touch.
I kissed her deep and slow, my tongue thrusting into her mouth as I walked her back onto the bed until her hair spilled across the pillows and her dress bunched high on her waist, exposing the delicate skin above her soaked panties.
The room was dim except for the bedside lamp, the light highlighting her beautiful brown skin, her earrings, the mouth I’d been craving all day, and still couldn’t get enough of.
I braced a hand beside her head and took her in intensely. Her parted lips, still wet from my kisses. The quick rise and fall of her chest. The way her fingers dug into my tie like she meant to keep me right there until morning.
“Orion,” she whispered.
That voice. The look in her eyes. Fuck!
I bent and kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue plunging deep until the sound she made turned thinner and helpless in her throat.
The needy whimper made my cock twitch in my trousers.
My hand glided up her thigh slowly tracing the edge of her panties, feeling the damp heat seeping through.
A reminder of exactly what waited for me.
No priest. No guests. No children calling from the hallway.
Only us in this room. On this bed. My wife beneath me in the dress she’d worn while standing in church all day looking so beautiful it had taken actual restraint not to drag her out the second the reception ended and bend her over the nearest surface.
“I was patient,” I whispered with my mouth on her throat, pushing the fabric higher, as my knuckles brushed her ribs.
“At the church. In the car. In the foyer, while Mrs. Lewis was pretending not to know exactly what I was thinking.” I dragged my mouth back up to her ear.
“How badly I wanted to shove my cock inside you right there.”
A breathless laugh slipped out of her and dissolved into a gasp when I kissed lower, my teeth grazing the swell of her breast through the dress.
“Very patient,” she managed, voice husky.