Leah's Seduction: 8 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent

 
    Chapter 1
    Gianni’s deep kiss reassured Leah. She was lost in the feel of him, and the joy of reuniting after the devastating experience of being apart. He swept her to the bedroom for long, tender lovemaking. The perfect way to make up. He made her feel so beautiful and cared for. Leah understood in a new way that she was important to him.
    That meant a lot. They lingered, naked together, on the satin sheets. Leah snuggled next to Gianni. That was where she belonged, and her love for him was strong. He had professed being attracted to her from that very first moment. It had nothing to do with journals or confessions.
    The magnetism between them was real. And it wasn’t going away. Hope surged that the relationship would last. Leah considered what they had already survived, and faced the future with optimism. She knew Gianni cared about her, and that changed everything for the better.
    It was a bright May afternoon, so they went out for a walk. Madison Square Park’s grassy section was secluded away from the busy midtown area. Artwork peppered the park’s grounds, a blend of temporary exhibits by new artists and classics.
    After strolling along the path for a while, Gianni found an empty bench, and they sat to enjoy the tranquility. Although relieved, Leah knew they were both feeling their way in reestablishing trust. More than once Gianni had explained that a relationship such as theirs led to heightened feelings of intimacy. It was expected for emotions and deep vulnerabilities to come to the surface.
    Gianni held her hand, and Leah looked up at him. He kissed her cheek, and then her lips. The touch made her tingle. He lifted her hand and pressed it against his jaw. “Can we talk?”
    Leah nodded.
    Gianni’s eyes filled with emotion. “I want you to know that I value your trust as much as I value your submission. Both are gifts to be earned.”
    She squeezed his hand. “If we don’t hide anything from each other, it will be okay.”
    “Yes, open communication is best,” Gianni said. “It’s good that you finally know everything.” He looked into her eyes. “How do you feel about me reading your private thoughts?”
    She had already considered that. “It’s not so much that you read them. It’s that you did it without my permission. But I understand why you did it. You were right. I would have been upset.”
    “I should have taken the risk.”
    She saw the sincerity in his expression. “But there is something else I’m wondering.”
    Gianni raised his brows. “What would you like to know?”
    “When you first read my journal, you hadn’t met me.” Leah took a breath, mustering her courage. “I’d really like to know what you thought about what you read. What you thought of me.”
    His eyes warmed. “What I felt, and still feel, was admiration.”
    Leah hadn’t expected that.
    “I was deeply moved by your sensuality. By the awareness you had of your own longings, and the craving you had for what you wanted. Instead of fitting into a relationship that would not have made you happy, you sought what would truly satisfy you.”
    Her cheeks warmed at the intimate discussion. But she had asked, so Leah did not interrupt him.
    “Holding the journal, I felt close to the woman who wrote it. Close to you, baby. Even before I knew you.” Gianni gazed at her. “The writing touched me. I felt the emotion that radiated from the pages, and wanted to share the passion you held inside.”
    A tear rolled down Leah’s cheek.
    “I am honored to have read your private thoughts, baby. I cherish all that you wrote.” Gianni lifted her hand and grazed his lips over her knuckles. “Sometimes fate works in our favor. And it was fortuitous that I was the one who found your journal. It brought us together.”
    Leah smiled. “I wouldn’t change that. And I like being able to share with you. Of course, it was a shock to see the journal on your table. But now I’m glad you know the emotions and desires that