Page 49 of Love Me Carefully
Leah dragged her lips away from his long enough for him to pull her sweatshirt over her head and unclasp her bra. Her breasts tumbled free, falling heavily into his hands. Moving to a sitting position, keeping her comfortably on his lap, Terrell looked from her face down to her bare breasts. “You are a beautiful woman, Leah.”
Leah’s heart beat frantically as she tried to digest what he’d just said. “Nobody’s ever called me beautiful before.”
Cupping her face, he dropped feather light kisses on her nose, her cheeks, and her lips again. “Then I’ll have to make up for all the stupid people who’ve obviously overlooked you.”
His kisses trailed down her neck and Leah arched her back to accommodate him. When he closed his mouth over one puckered nipple, she almost screamed. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt as good as his mouth on her. Kneading one breast in his hand, Terrell sucked the other one until Leah’s legs began to shake.
Stopping suddenly, Terrell lifted her off him. “Not yet, baby. I don’t want you to come just yet.”
Leah was too dazed to ask any questions. All she knew was that she felt awfully incomplete and, if Terrell didn’t do something about that soon, she might have to resort to drastic measures. “Terrell,” she said in a ragged voice.
“Shhhh, sweetie. Trust me.” He unbuckled her jeans, slid them down the length of those glorious legs and over her feet. From her ankle to her inner thigh, he placed hot, titillating kisses.
“Mmmmm, Terrell. I never knew,” she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side.
The mere sound of her voice pushed him on, and he hooked his fingers into the rim of her panties, pulling them down and off as well. When she lay splendidly naked, waiting for him, he thought about what he was about to do and what it would mean to their future. He wanted this. He wanted this woman more than anything he’d ever set his sights on in his life. And at this moment she wanted him too. But he needed more than that. He needed her to trust him, to feel completely safe with him. And he knew just how to achieve that goal.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked as his hands moved to her knees, lifting her legs into the air.
“Terrell, hurry,” Leah panted.
With her consent he lowered his head, stroked his tongue from the tip of her honey glazed core to the center and back again.
Leah sucked in a breath, filled with intense pleasure.
Gently he slid his tongue over her puckered nub, back and forth, up and down, repeatedly, until her hips were lifting from the floor. He inserted two fingers into her center and had to use his other hand to hold her still. “It’s alright, baby.” He spoke softly as his fingers loved her earnestly. “You can let go. Trust me, I’ll take good care of you.”
She looked at him for one dazed moment. Then her eyes closed as his mouth returned to stroke her so efficiently. Between his fingers and his tongue Leah wasn’t sure where the most pleasure began. And she didn’t really care. All she knew was that her previous sexual encounters had never reached this point, had never made her reach this point. That scared her momentarily. Then he was stroking her slowly, talking her into release. She cleared her mind, let his words and his ministrations guide her, strengthen her as she felt herself rising, floating, soaring into oblivion. “Terrell!” His name was a jagged cry from her lips before the final descent into ecstasy.
Terrell lay beside her, cradling her in his arms. “But I didn’t give you anything,” she murmured.
“Sweetie, you gave me more than you know,” he told her before pulling the blankets up and settling them in for the night.
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Though Leah fell asleep quickly, Terrell lay wide awake, thinking. There was no turning back now. What they’d just done sealed it for him. Leah was the woman he wanted, the woman he was determined to have. But when she awoke, when a new day dawned, how would she feel about him? He didn’t know and tried not to think about it.
Easing away so that she wouldn’t wake, he moved around the basement, resuming his search for an escape. She was important to him, her life was important to him, now more than ever. He had to make sure she was safe. He’d deal with his mother and Donald, but for now, the first thing on his mind was getting Leah out of here.
He returned to corners they’d searched previously, moving things lightly and with the least amount of noise as possible. Both repetition and frustration threatened to overtake him but persistence eventually prevailed. There was a box of tools behind the bathroom door, a place he was sure he hadn’t personally searched earlier. And in that box was a crowbar.
With quick steps he took the stairs two at a time. He positioned the crowbar near the door latch and began working it loose, all the while being as quiet as he could. He didn’t want to wake Leah until they were home free.
Terrell gave an audible sigh at the sound of cracking wood and with a deft shove watched as the basement door opened before him. Dropping the crowbar, he ran down the steps to wake Leah. She was still asleep, cuddled into a ball. Her arms cradled her peaceful looking face.
He stopped, bent down and ran his fingers lightly over her cheek. He’d told her she was beautiful, yet that one word didn’t seem enough to describe her. She stirred. “Baby?” he whispered.
Shaking her shoulders gently, he dropped kisses along the line of her jaw until she moaned.
“Terrell?” she asked groggily.
“I’d better be the only one kissing you awake,” he replied lightly.
Leah opened both eyes, focused on the man who’d brought her such pleasure. “Hi.” She smiled up at him.
“Hi, yourself. Come on, get up and get dressed.” He pulled the blankets down, purposely averting his eyes. They didn’t have time for another round, no matter how much he wanted her. He’d vowed last night that the next time he lay with her naked would be in a bed, with enough protection to keep them there for a good long while.
“Where are we going?” They were still in that damned basement and, as far as she knew, they didn’t have a way out, but she was rapidly pulling on her clothes.
