The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,32

heart and home.

The vulnerability of it had once terrified him, but loving Georgia slowly and completely now filled every part of him

Carefully, he pushed the sheet back, climbed onto the bed, and settled between her thighs. “I love when you say that to me,” he said, no longer nervous about expressing his feelings to her. She never laughed. Never judged.

With both hands, she pushed his hair back from his face. Her eyes locked on his. “Make love to me, Lennon,” she repeated.

The words whispered down his spine, through his soul. His lips met hers and they kissed slowly, messily. He ran his thumb along her lower lip, opening it to him to suck on. Their tongues met in a passionate dual, and he inhaled Georgia’s sigh, breathing her in.

Slowly, her hips began to undulate beneath him, and he could feel her wetness begin to spread along the length of his hard dick. It would take nothing more than an inch to slip back and slide deep inside her unsheathed, but given as children were not in their immediate plans, he knelt up and reached for the box of condoms he’d placed on the bedside table.

As he rolled the condom on, he looked down at Georgia’s body. He’d once mocked Elliott for dating a woman of nearly forty, but as Georgia approached her thirty-ninth birthday, he realized he couldn’t have been any more wrong. He placed his hand by her throat and dragged it between her breasts, over the softness of her stomach, to the place reserved for him alone.

She’d waxed before they’d left, he noticed, not that he minded.

“Touch me,” Georgia gasped. Propped on her elbows, she was watching him intently, her eyes not leaving his as he did exactly as instructed. When they were fucking, he always took the lead. Hell, he’d lifted her onto the desk in their suite five minutes after checking in and unleashed his body on hers. But when it came to making love, it was like learning a foreign language… difficult to understand but wildly satisfying.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he said, adding a second finger, dragging them out slowly, watching as they came out coated in her cream.

His dick throbbed and he ached to squeeze it, but he needed his hand on her. As if reading his mind, she reached for him, slowly squeezing him from root to tip. Not enough to get him off, but enough to ease the ache.

Suddenly feeling exposed, he thought of all the different ways to take her. “Want to move this to the shower?” he asked.

“I’m comfortable right here,” she said, letting go of him.

“Seriously, I have this vision of you on that seat, sucking me off while I—”

“Lennon, stay here with me,” she whispered, grabbing his wrist and stopping his movements within her. “Make love to me, please.”

He ran his hand across his face, the scent of her on his fingers doing nothing to ease the flutters of panic. “I’m worried.”

“I know you are,” Georgia said. She pushed herself to sit upright, her legs either side of his knees. “Why?”

“I guess it’s the meeting with your brother.”

“You think he’s going to offer me a job?” She pressed her palm to his cheek, and he allowed himself to lean into it, to allow himself the comfort from another person he’d once been unable to take. In the steps and moments of his life, it was definitely progress.

“I do.”

Georgia climbed up onto his lap, her legs over his thighs. He placed his arms around her waist, wishing he’d thought to put on a prosthetic. He could hold her better with one on.

“Let’s say he does. Let’s imagine the worst outcome of breakfast is that he offers me a spot. What do you think will happen?”

Lennon studied her sincere coffee-colored eyes. “That you take it.”

Georgia shrugged. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. But I won’t do anything without talking it through with you. I can’t guarantee that my career is never going to take me away from Toronto. But I will guarantee that we’ll figure it out together.”

It had been two years since she’d finally moved to Toronto to be with him. Her job at Sick Kids Children’s Hospital was vitally important to her. More than that, it was a part of her, just like music was a part of him. She couldn’t live without it. He knew that. And he was a different man to the man he had been two years ago. That man had finally