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  Owen moved under her uncomfortably. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to scare you, but that—it really affected me. I, uh, maybe you should get down now.”

  “No.” Leah lifted her chin, not wanting him to think, as he had for so many years, that he was a monster she was frightened of. “No, I’m fine where I am.” She sat back again and settled firmly against him. And even though she could feel the length of his cock rubbing against her, pressing against her swollen pussy through her thin panties, she refused to move away.

  “Leah,” he said in a low voice. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Do what?” she asked challengingly.

  Owen’s voice was thick. “I can feel you…feel you against me. You don’t have to.”

  “Can you feel this?” Daringly, she sank lower, pressing against him until the hot, hard shaft parted her pussy lips and spread her open to him through her lacy panties. She didn’t allow herself to think about how good it felt, even though a shiver of pure pleasure ran through her at the intimate contact. God, if her panties hadn’t been in the way… She could feel the ridge of his cock rubbing right over her clit. And she was so wet…

  “Leah—” he began again in a choked voice.

  “I’m not afraid of you, Owen,” she said softly. “And I don’t hate you for wanting to kiss my breasts either. Or for…for getting hard when you kissed them. That’s natural. In fact”—she cleared her throat—“I think it’s time we moved on to something else.”

  “Something else? What do you mean?” he demanded.

  “I mean, you can’t tell me that all you fantasized about doing that night was sucking my nipples,” she said. “I know…know you wanted more. And I want you to show me.”

  “Show you—”

  “Show me where else you wanted to touch me,” Leah said. She took one of his hands and placed it below her bare breasts. “It’s all right, Owen. Go ahead,” she encouraged.

  “I don’t think I should,” he said in a low voice, but he was already sliding his hand down her abdomen.

  “Yes, you should,” Leah insisted. She rose obligingly when he slipped his fingers lower to cup her pussy through the thin pink panties, and then settled herself firmly into his palm. “This is what you wanted?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

  “This is where I want to touch you,” he clarified.

  “But how?” she insisted breathlessly. “You need…need to show me how. Just the way you did with my breasts—my nipples.”

  “I shouldn’t,” he said darkly. “I shouldn’t want to do this with you.”

  “We’re not going to go too far,” she assured him, still pressing against his palm. “I won’t let you actually…”

  “You won’t let me actually fuck you,” he said roughly. “Is that what you meant to say?”

  She swallowed hard. “Exactly. That would be too much. But this… Don’t you see, Owen? This is necessary if we’re ever going to be right with each other again.”

  “No, I don’t see it.” But he wasn’t moving his hand away, she noticed. He was waiting, listening.

  He wants me to convince him. He needs this—we both do. Leah thought of the vision again, and again a feeling of rightness overwhelmed her. Although she had to draw the line somewhere, right now it was important to keep going. “Owen,” she began.

  “Don’t you think it’s wrong to even do this much? What we’ve already done? Or what…what I want to do?” he asked.

  “Owen,” she murmured. “All these years you’ve been harboring this guilt, feeling like a monster for what you wanted to do to me. You need to know I’ll love you no matter what. That even if you touch me the way you wanted to all those years ago, I won’t turn away from you.”

  He shifted against her, and she sensed again that he wanted to be convinced. But his voice was still harsh when he spoke again. “That’s a beautiful reason, Leah, and I appreciate your wanting to heal our relationship any way you can. But the fact is that we’re getting damn close to incest here. Are you sure you can handle that?”

  He wants to make sure of me. Make sure he won’t scare me away. Leah lifted her chin. “I can handle it. I love you, Owen. Let me show you how much.”

  He sighed softly and then looked her in the eyes. “All right. But if you want me to show you exactly how I want to touch you, you’ll have to take these off.” He stroked the crotch of her panties lightly with his fingertips, making Leah bite her bottom lip and squirm. Still, she had expected nothing less.

  “Fine,” she said evenly. “Here, just let me…” She maneuvered awkwardly for a moment, and then she slid the damp panties off.

  “You’re sure about this?” Owen asked.

  “I’m sure.” Defiantly, she dropped the panties over the side of the bed. Then she straddled him again, this time completely nude. “Go ahead, Owen.”

  “Leah…” he muttered hoarsely, and then he lifted his hand hesitantly to cup her again.

  Leah sucked in a breath at the intimate touch. Her legs were spread wide around his hips, causing her pussy to open as well. She could feel the heel of his hand pressing lightly against her clit, and her whole body seemed to ache from that simple, hesitant contact. Lifting her chin, she smiled. “See, that isn’t so bad, is it?”

  “No,” he said in a low voice. “It’s not.”

  She looked at him, meeting his gaze in the dim light. “And it’s not all you wanted to do, is it?”

  “I want…” His voice choked off for an instant. “God, Leah, it’s not right what I want to do to you.”

  “Take it slowly, then,” she urged, even though her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to get out of her chest. “One step at a time. Tell me.”

  “I want…I want to see how wet you are,” he whispered, his voice raw.

  “Do it,” Leah told him. “Please, Owen.” But he seemed frozen, unable to act. Leah felt like someone was squeezing her heart. God, the agony he was going through. But they had to keep going. Had to get through the pain to be together and heal their relationship.

  “I shouldn’t want to do this,” he said at last in a low voice. “Shouldn’t want to spread open your pussy and touch you there.”

  Leah’s breath caught in her throat at his hot, dirty words. God, had she ever been this turned on in her life? She didn’t think so. But the important thing here wasn’t how she was feeling; it was how Owen was feeling. And she could still hear the guilt in his tone. It wrung her heart until she wanted to weep. I’m hurting him. But I have to in order to heal him. We need to be together.

  “Owen, I want you to,” she told him. “Please.”

  “You don’t mean that,” he said flatly.

  “Yes, I do. Here, I’ll help you. You said you wanted to see how…how wet I am? Well, here.” Pushing aside the embarrassment she was tempted to feel, she reached between them and used her forefinger and middle finger to spread open her swollen pussy lips. Then she settled herself more firmly against his hand, rubbing his fingers directly over her slick folds and the aching button of her clit.

  “God,” Owen said as she moaned softly. “Leah, I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

  “I want you to know I love you,” she whispered, still pressing against him. “And nothing can change that.”

  “Even if I do this?” He slipped his fingers deeper into her folds, and then he was circling her clit firmly with one fingertip.

  “Even that,” Leah assured him breathlessly. “Anything, Owen.”

  “Anything but putting my cock in you, you mean,” he clarified.

  Leah bit her lip. Despite how much she cared for him and how desperately she wanted to heal their relationship, despite the urging of the golden angel in her dream, there had to be some limits. Some lines they wouldn’t cross. If she let him penetrate her, fill her with his cock… That would be incest. There’s no other word for it. And I don’t know if I’m ready to go there. Or if I ever will be. “No,” she murmured.