I’m dreaming.

It’s the only logical explanation. After all, how else could any of this possibly be happening? It’s too surreal to be real. A year after he vanished, Brooks is here. And not just Brooks, a fantasy version of Brooks.

He’s even more gorgeous somehow. Hotter. Even more handsome as if that was even possible. He’s bigger too, and stronger—even more intense than he was before.

And in a suit.

I mean, that alone says this isn’t real. When has the man I married ever not been in jeans and a white t-shirt? I mean, jeans and a t-shirt looking like pure sex, of course, but still. And of course, there’s the fact that we’re flying over San Francisco in a freaking helicopter with “O’Neil Enterprises” on the side of it.

His last name.

My last name.

But if this is a dream, I never want to wake up. But then, he just keeps kissing me, and I know I’m not asleep. I know I’m wide freaking awake, and that the man who’s lap I’m perched on, who’s mouth I’m kissing with everything I have, is so real.

We were lied to.

His words blaze through me, and suddenly, I’m pulling away, shaking my head.

“My father…” my body tenses with anger. “That’s who told you I’d left you?”

He holds back, and I know it’s because even if my father is a bastard and never liked him, Brooks won’t talk negatively about him in front of me.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” he finally growls.

I swear, whirling, rage blowing up inside of me.

“Leanna—”

“No, this…”

I’m shaking. But slowly, he pulls me into him.

“I’m here now.”

His eyes blaze into mine, his full attention locked onto me.

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” he murmurs. His hand tightens on me in a way that sends a thrill through me. “And I am never leaving you again.”

“My father…”

“I left, Leanna,” he says quietly, his face darkening. “I could have stayed.”

“You should have stayed,” I pout.

His mouth tightens.

“I had to make something of myself.”

“You never had to—”

“I did,” he growls. “I never wanted to leave you, but I had to carve a piece of this world for us.”

“You didn’t though!” I say, anger still in my voice. But I know what he means. I know a life where Brooks just lived off my trust fund or handouts from my father is never anything he could or would have done. And neither of us knew I’d end up getting the killer job I have now back then. Brooks left because the man in him had the base need to provide.

…Even if it hurt so bad when he left.

I sink back into him, kissing him as the city lights twinkles under us.

“I think I pissed off your date back there.”

I roll my eyes. “Not my date.”

I look him in the eyes.

“Th—there hasn’t been anyone else, you know,” I say quietly.

“Leanna—”

“There hasn’t been.” My voice is fierce, my eyes burning into his. “Not one. No one’s touched these lips, no one’s…” I shake my head. “None of me was ever for anyone else.”

He growls, hands tightening on me.

“Good,” he murmurs, his gaze holding mine fiercely. “I’d hate to ruin our reunion by going to jail for killing some bastard who put his hands on you.”

I grin, biting my lips as he moves to my neck. God, that possessiveness in him is… intoxicating. It’s not smothering, like it might be with any other man. With Brooks though, all it does is set a fire in me, knowing that I’m all his—his in a way that feels so safe, and perfect, and amazing.

“Fuck I missed this. Right here,” he growls, kissing and sucking at that spot on my neck he knows is a trigger for me.

And it still is.

I gasp, groaning as I push down onto his lap. The feel of his lips on that magic spot sending heat tingling through my core, and he growls quietly.

“Still your spot, I see.”

“Brooks,” I murmur, whimpering as his mouth trails over my skin. “This helicopter, the suit…”

“Later,” he purrs. “I’m not waiting another second for this.”

His lips fasten to my neck, biting and sucking hard enough to bruise, but in that way he knows drives me wild. Heat explodes through me, and I can feel my arousal leaking into my panties, making them slick and hot as I grind into his lap. I can feel him there, this thick, hard… fuck.

No, I never forgot how big he is, or how powerful and thick that gorgeous cock of his is. I mean how the hell could I ever forget that? But it’s been so long, and feeling it now is just… bliss. It’s like it all comes rushing back—how he feels when he pushes inside, stretching me so wonderfully as he fucks me. How he claims me like no other man ever could.

My love.

My husband.

His arms slide to the straps of my dress and as he starts to tug it down, I moan, blushing.

“Brooks—”

“The pilot can’t see a thing back here.”

But the heat still creeps into my cheeks as I turn to nervously look towards the cockpit, even if I believe him.

“I—”

“Let me see you, angel,” he purrs, pulling my attention back to him as our eyes lock. “Let me see what I’ve been dreaming about for over a fucking year.”

He tugs the dress down, making me shiver as his mouth teases down my cleavage. His strong hands cup my full breasts, peeling the cups of my bra away as his lips find my rosy nipples hard and ready. I cry out as he sucks one into his mouth, tonguing it as he peels the dress down to my waist. He groans, hands skimming over my body, touching me and teasing me until the feel of his touch lights fires across my skin. My hands go to his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as he groans into my breasts.

“Fuck, angel,” he growls, shrugging the jacket off.

I’m tearing at his shirt next, pulling anxiously at the buttons, desperate to feel the heat of him, to touch his skin and his body. The shirt pulls away as he unfastens my bra, and I push my hands over his rock-hard chest.

God he’s even stronger. His muscles thicker, harder. There’s some new ink on his chest, too, and I gasp as I pause to run my fingers over the lettering.

It’s my name.

“When—”

“The week before I heard.”

I pause, a shadow crossing my face as my jaw tenses.

“That I’d divorced you.”

He grimaces.

“Brooks, I’m amazed you didn’t have it removed.”

He smiles slowly, shaking his head. “No. Even if you actually had left me, it’d stay right there. Close to my heart. Forever.”

I melt into him, kissing him, and when I feel his hands slide to my ass and tug my dress up, I moan. He pulls at the rest of the zipper, pulling it down and letting the dress slip to the floor. I shiver, realizing I’m ten-thousand feet up in the air above the city in just a pair of panties, riding my husband’s thick erection.

And God does that feel good.

His hands slide to my ass, gripping me tightly as he growls into my skin.

“Stand,” he groans, his voice rough and tense and demanding.

“What?”

“Stand for me, angel.”

He pulls me off his lap, tugging one high-heeled foot onto the seat next to his thigh.

“Right here?”

“Yes.”

I blush, but slowly, I do as he says, moving to stand on wobbly, heeled feet on either side of his legs on the plush seat. But his hands hold me fast, sliding up my bare legs and gripping me firmly. I moan as I feel his breath against my thigh, and I look down with panting breath as he nuzzles closer to my pussy. He’s so big, and me standing like this has him right in front of where my panties pull tight across my mound.

“Mmm,” he growls hungrily, his eyes flashing fire as they narrow at the gusset of my thong panties.

“Naughty girl.”

And I know he’s seen it—how fucking wet I am. His hand slides up, and when his finger traces over the wet spot darkening the front of my panties, I shiver, moaning. His hand slides higher, fingers hooking into the thin lacy edge of the thong before he starts to tug it down. I whimper as he peels it lower, over my mound, his breath teasing over the small patch of hair above my slit. His tongue swipes at the groove where my thigh almost touches my pussy, and I cry out, my hands sliding into his thick dark hair and holding on firmly.

He tugs the panties lower, until they stretch tight around my mid-thighs. But suddenly, he growls and yanks hard, and I gasp as they rip, shredding right off of me as he tosses them aside.

And then, for the first time in over a year, I’m totally bare and naked in front of a man.

And he’s my husband.

His hands grip my ass tight and he moves in slowly, his eyes locked between my legs and this look on his face somewhere between a kid about to open his Christmas present and a man totally possessed by lust. He moves closer, his breath teasing me, and when I finally feel that wonderful tongue of his on me, I cry out.

He groans deeply, his wicked tongue dragging ever so slowly through my lips, dragging the honeyed arousal out of me as pleasure explodes through my body. No wine-fueled late-night solo time with my fingers can compare. None of the toys I bought since his leaving can even remotely come close to this.

Fuck I missed this.

I whimper, moaning as he pulls me into his lips. His tongue pushes deep, sliding into me, and making my knees shake as he starts to fuck me with his tongue. My legs tremble, my core tightens, and I grip his hair in my hands for dear life as Brooks starts to devour my slippery little pussy like it’s his last meal on Earth.

His fingers dig into my skin, and when his tongue slides up to my aching clit, I scream, and suddenly, with barely a touch, I’m coming.

I cry out, wailing my pleasure as my hips buck against his face. He groans deeply, tonguing my clit right through my orgasm, never stopping or slowing as I shiver and shake for him. I’m panting for air as he moves back to my slit, pushing his tongue deep into my opening as he steadies me with his hands. His finger teases down between the cheeks of my ass, and as his tongue moves back to my clit, I can feel his finger teasing over my tight little asshole.

God he always knew the dirty things I loved that he did to me.

His tongue swirls over my clit, and I swear it’s my name I hear groaned into me as he licks me harder and faster, tonguing me higher and higher until I’m gasping for air, my head in the clouds as we fly into the clouds.

“Brooks—!”

He slows maddeningly, making me wait for it, making me whimper for more.

“It’s been almost eighteen months since I tasted this sweet little pussy, angel,” he growls. “You think I’m going to let you come that quick for my tongue?”

I groan, panting, my hips pushing against him.

“Eager, greedy little girl,” he groans deeply, teasing me.

“Please!”

His tongue bats my clit just once, and I cry out, panting.

“I want you so fucking close you can’t stand it, sweetness. I want your legs shaking, and your pulse racing. I want you so close to shattering for me that all I have to do is blow…”

He blows a stream of air across my hard, aching clit, and I tremble at the pleasure.

“And you’ll come for me. So, you gonna be a good girl for me, angel?”

His tongue drags over my lips, pushing inside and making me scream before he drags it back up to my clit and swirls it over that little nub.

“You going to come for me?”

There’s a dinging sound accompanied by a light winking on to the side, and Brooks grins wickedly.

“We’re landing soon, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes flashing fire.

“Brooks…”

“And I want you to come before we touch the ground. I want you to come up here in the air where it’s just you and me,” he groans, pushing his mouth back into me.

“Come for me,” he growls, his tongue pushing back into me, fucking my pussy as I cry out and buck against him. He moves to my clit and when he sucks it between his lips, pinching it with his lips and tonguing it mercilessly, I know I’m done.

I know I’m going to shatter.

“Oh fuck, Brooks!”

“Come for me, angel,” my husband growls into me. “Make this pretty pussy come for me like it always did. Come for me and be mine again. For always.”

His tongue swirls, his finger teases, and his hands tighten.

And I explode.

I scream, probably loud enough that the pilot thinks we’re having engine troubles as I rock my hips into his face, holding his hair for dear life as I shatter all over. I tremble, my knees knock, and my legs wobble on my heels as the climax explodes through me.

And then I’m collapsing, but he’s got me.

…He always has me.

Brooks is holding me, guiding me into his lap as I pant, moaning and trembling as the helicopter descends.

“That… holy fuck.”

He chuckles, kissing me softly. But I grab his face and kiss him harder, tasting myself on his lips and the heat still roaring inside of me only getting hotter when I do.

“We’re landing,” he purrs into my lips.

“At our house,” I whisper back.

“Welcome home, love.”