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Piper stayed painstakingly silent for several long seconds, and then she turned toward him and whispered “fuck it” before her lips slammed down on his, and Leo was already grabbing at her waist to pull her closer. He groaned. It was just as good as the last time. Piper was like a drug, and his addiction was getting so far out of control that his hand was already wandering to find its spot between her legs. Their mouths worked in frenzied tandem until his fingers pressed on the outside of her underwear, right where her clit should be. He was rewarded with Piper bucking into his hand and tipping her head back, mewling for him. The sound shot straight to his cock, and he pressed harder.
“I can get you off, princesa,” Leo promised, sweeping his fingers deftly over the thin fabric at the cleft of her thighs. Judging by the way she reacted—with a desperate press of her hips—she liked it when he walked her through how determined he was to do exactly what she wanted. “I think this pretty pink lace is going to be the death of me. You need it harder, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Piper cried out with a roll of her hips into his palm.
“If we weren’t in a hot tub right now, I’d be able to feel just how wet you are. Were you wet before we got in here?” He increased the pressure of his fingers, and she gasped.
“Yes,” she admitted, the sound coming out as more of a cry of pleasure.
“I was getting so hard just thinking about what’s under this shirt, Piper.” Leo dipped his head down to one of the perky nipples rippling the front of her wet tee and set his mouth over it, sucking at the warm fabric.
“Don’t stop,” Piper ordered. He’d never heard her demand anything she wanted with such vigor before, and the idea of her ordering him around just about made him lose it.
“So bossy,” he growled against her chest and sucked through her shirt even harder.
Not only was Leo not going to stop, he’d do more. His hand worked between them, pressing and rubbing in slow, forceful sweeps from side to side. It almost felt like the small barriers were allowing him to claim innocence. He wasn’t sucking on her breasts; her shirt was in the way. He wasn’t fingering her within an inch of her life; her underwear was blocking him from touching flesh. On the other hand, the barriers made him go relentlessly harder over the top of her clothes. The arm he was working her over with was flexed from pressing so hard. His teeth bit gently against her pebbled nipple, eliciting a sound from Piper he wanted on vinyl.
“Tell me everything you want, princesa. Tell me where to touch you.” The words left his mouth in a plea. He’d usually never be caught dead begging for anything, but this was now the second time she’d made him do it. Please, join the show, Piper. “Please. Tell me, Piper.” The voice didn’t feel like his own. He was usually commanding in bed, but this time, he sounded whiny. Oddly enough, he couldn’t care less how pathetic he sounded as long as Piper opened her mouth to shout orders at him again. They were always fucking fighting. Maybe that was why he always felt the strain of sexual tension between them. He liked it when she was direct and mean about it. She bent over backward for everyone. And, God, if he didn’t want her to yell at him to bend her backward…
“Go left with your fingers a little more, and—God, yes.” Piper reached for his hard length in his boxers and stroked him over his underwear like a reward for doing what she’d told him to do, and fuck if he didn’t like that way too much. He needed all the gold stars.
“And?” Leo coaxed, wanting even more of her sweet demands. He let his eyes close on a groan when her thumb found his head and pressed the fabric of his boxer briefs against it.
“Go harder. Everything harder.” She punctuated her direction with a firm jerk of her hand over his erection. He leaped forward, crushing his mouth against hers.
Piper’s face was sopping wet. At some point during their tryst, the weather had done what Oregon weather did best and taken a turn for the worst. Leo hadn’t even noticed it was raining until he found himself slipping his tongue into Piper’s mouth, but he didn’t mind it so much when it made her lips slide so easily with his. His hair soon matted to his head as her fingers dove into his thick, waterlogged curls. Rain pelted his face, but the cold did nothing to put out the inferno inside him. His body sought out the heat of Piper’s tongue and the feeling of her hands against his chest and his cock. It shouldn’t have felt nearly as good as it did to have Piper’s mouth parted for him, and his brain had conjured up an image of what those same lips would look like wrapped around his cock.
A loud crack of thunder was what finally ripped them apart. Water and lightning didn’t mix, the same way Leo had thought he and Piper didn’t mix. As it turned out, they mixed rather well, but they were bound to have the same destructive properties as electricity in a hot tub.
Piper jerked out of the water and then freefell back into the hot tub, grabbing at her ankle and wincing. “Ow! Fuck.”
“Christ! You okay?” Leo whipped across the water and pulled her into his chest to hold her up.
“I just forgot about my ankle.” She let out a breathy laugh, and the whiskey and honey tone of it sent desire coursing through his core. He needed to get whatever this was under control before he did something truly terrible like have sex with her. “I think I should go back to the room. To sleep.”
Message received—the entire thing had been a horrendous mistake.
Excuse after excuse spewed from Leo’s mouth. “Right. It’s late. We’re tired. We survived a car accident and whatnot.” Suddenly her shirt and her underwear didn’t feel like good enough barriers at all. There was no denying that he had just finger-fucked Piper in a hot tub.
“Yeah. Exactly.” Piper gave a fidgety nod of her head, but he didn’t miss the way she squeezed her thighs together. “Long day.”
“The longest.” Now he was just parroting things back to her like an idiot. “So late, too.”
You already said that, he reminded himself.
“It’s probably four in the morning by now.” Piper was rolling with his dumb statements, so at least he wasn’t alone in his apprehension. “Bed—uh, I mean sleeping—is a great idea.”
“On the scale of good ideas, it’s the best one. Are you good with me carrying you? I think it’ll be faster so we can sprint right to bed—sleep. Fuck, I meant sleep.”
“To sleep!” Piper shouted the words into the night as if she were saying “Our chariot awaits, good sir!” Her arms were around his neck a moment later, and she held on as he lifted them from the site of their blunder.
Cradling Piper prevented her from seeing how hard he still was, which was probably for the best as Leo scrambled around for their discarded clothes. He made quick work of pushing through the self-latching gate and sprinting through the rain as Piper clutched their clothes to her wet chest.
His plan was simple. They would change out of their wet clothes, crawl into their respective real bed and pull-out couch bed, and forget any of it ever happened by morning. They’d go on like they had last time: ignoring it. They had never kissed in the library. They had never fondled each other in the hot tub. It didn’t happen.
None of his plans held.
When Leo kicked the door shut behind them and went to gently set Piper on the ground, her pebbled nipples and her wet T-shirt that clung to her body like Saran Wrap pressed into his bare chest as she slid down him, inch by painfully slow inch to her feet. She grazed his still-hard cock on the way down. Both of them took sharp inhales. He only snuck one small glance at her face, and it was all it took for the entire plan to fall by the wayside. Out the window. He never even had a plan. It didn’t exist.
