Chapter 279 Making Up for Lost Time

Chapter 279 Making Up for Lost Time
Leila's POV

I nodded, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, let's make up for all the things we missed. Instead of watching movies at home, we should go to an actual theater like regular couples. After the movie, we could have dinner, then walk along the bay holding hands, just talking..."

My voice carried the enthusiasm of rediscovering simple pleasures, imagining us doing normal couple things that we'd been denied during our years apart.

"Whatever you want," Theron replied, his deep voice full of indulgence. His intense blue-gray eyes, the color of the Pacific during a storm, focused entirely on me as if I were the only person in his world. The depth of emotion in his gaze nearly took my breath away, the years of corporate coldness momentarily vanishing, replaced by something raw and honest that made my heart race.

I leaned forward impulsively, pressing my lips against his in a soft kiss filled with reward and love. I adored this side of Theron - powerful yet yielding for me, passionate and endlessly accommodating.

Theron released a low, pleased laugh against my lips, the sound vibrating through me. One hand gently cradled my rounded belly while the other firmly gripped the nape of my neck, his long fingers threading through my hair as he quickly took control of our kiss.

He started gently, his lips moving softly against mine in a soothing rhythm, tasting faintly of the red wine he'd been sipping earlier. His tongue traced the outline of my lips patiently, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, until I moaned softly and parted them, allowing him to deepen the kiss with confident tenderness.

The familiar sensation of our tongues meeting sent electric currents down my spine, awakening every nerve ending in my body. A tingling sensation spread from our joined lips to the tips of my fingers and toes, instantly igniting my blood like a match to gasoline.

My breathing quickened, my chest rising and falling rapidly against his, and through our thin clothes, I could feel his heart hammering just as hard as mine, a powerful drumbeat of desire.

Theron's kiss gradually intensified, with a subtle urgency as he sucked gently on my tongue, exchanging our heated breaths in an intimate dance. His burning lips left mine to trace along my jawline, leaving warm, damp trails in their wake that cooled in the air conditioning of the spacious room.

As our kisses intensified, the air around us seemed to burn despite the cool temperature, creating an intimate bubble that separated us from the rest of the world.

Theron's kisses became more commanding as he tilted his head slightly to catch my earlobe between his teeth, flicking his hot tongue against it before giving it a gentle bite.

The unexpected sensation made me shudder violently and gasp, my body instinctively trying to curl inward only to be held firmly in place by his strong arms, the expensive fabric of his shirt soft against my skin.

"Oh..." A soft moan escaped my throat, carrying an unconscious sensuality.

Theron's eyes instantly darkened to the color of thunderclouds, filled with barely contained desire. The sophisticated businessman was gone, replaced by something more primal and possessive.

No longer satisfied with just kisses, his strong arms slipped beneath my knees while supporting my back, effortlessly lifting me. I gasped in surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck, my cheek pressed tightly against his rapidly rising chest, feeling his steady heartbeat pounding against my ear like a powerful drum.

He carried me with confident strides through the spacious living room and up the curved staircase to our bedroom.

Theron laid me gently in the center of our large, soft bed as if handling a precious treasure. Then his hot, heavy body covered mine with a powerful presence as he reclaimed my lips, his weight carefully balanced to protect my pregnant belly.

This kiss blazed like wildfire through a drought-stricken forest. His hands moved over my pregnancy-enhanced curves through my clothes with infinite tenderness and restrained desire, tracing paths that left goosebumps in their wake.

From my rounded shoulders to my delicate collarbone, then slowly down to my fuller, more sensitive breasts that had changed with pregnancy. His fingertips worked magic, feeling the sensitive peaks harden beneath the thin silk at his touch, eliciting a whimper from deep in my throat.

Theron's kisses traveled down my elegant neck, lingering at my collarbone and leaving a series of warm marks. His hand slipped beneath my loose top, his burning palm meeting the smooth skin at my waist without barrier.

The slightly calloused pads of his fingers traced circles on the sensitive dimples at my lower back, sending deeper waves of pleasure and tingles through my body like ripples in a pond. A powerful current shot from his touch straight to my core, making me moan softly as my body arched like a drawn bow, pressing more firmly against his hard, heated chest.

"Theron..." I breathed, my voice carrying a hint of desire-soaked huskiness. My hands rested weakly against his iron-hard chest, feeling the impressive strength contained in his tense muscles beneath the fine fabric of his shirt.

"I know the doctor said it's okay... but maybe we shouldn't... too often..." My ears burned red, the flush spreading down my neck like watercolor on wet paper.