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Smoothing my hand down her sternum to the top of her jeans, I tell her, “Debating where to start.”
CHAPTER 11
CASSIDY
I’m holding what’s left of my dignity together as Leif guides me back to his suite. His wide gait makes it impossible to keep up with him while I desperately try to hold my shirt and coat together with one hand. If my heart makes it back to his room in one piece, it’ll be a miracle with how fast it’s running away with itself.
The niggling thoughts from the situation in the park have been drowned out by the endless anticipation of what’s about to happen. It’s burning my skin, trailing the ghost of Leif’s touch, the echoes of his words thrumming in my ears.
Leif’s hand closes around mine as we turn the corner to the alcove of his doorway, and he tugs me in front of him. His front is pressed to my back when he sandwiches me against the door while he ravages my neck with gruff kisses. The assault on my senses is relentless as his hand closes around the length of my hair and tugs my face to the side.
My vision is a blur of colour and shadow and Leif.
I’m completely engulfed by him as he guides my hand to my bare skin, trailing it to my chest, where he uses it to knead my breast. The leftover chill causes me to shiver deeper into him at the same time as he licks my neck up to my mouth. With a sudden sharp yank of my hair, he spears his tongue inside me, silencing the surprised cry that launches from deep inside from the ferocity of his kiss.
All the air is sucked from my lungs by his groan when he pulls away to open the door.
“Can’t wait to fuck this mouth,” he tells me with a grind of his groin against my arse.
I’m not that into head, but the mental picture he conjures makes my mouth water. I bet he tastes as good as he smells—spicy earth with a sweet hint of grape bubblegum tinging his hot breaths. The same sweetness that is lingering on my tongue as he coils his arm around my waist and lifts me off my shaky feet before walking us straight to the bathroom.
Placing me back on my feet in front of the large walk-in shower, his stare meets mine in the dark tinted glass. For a split second, my chest hurts with the pang of realisation that we don’t have long together, and there is still so much I don’t know about him.
Gripping the collars of my shirt and coat together in each hand, he tugs them down over my shoulders before focusing on his own jacket, jumper, and T-shirt. The sudden brush of cold air over my naked skin sends a pulse of longing through me, as well as an overwhelming desire to be touched all over by him.
As if he can read my mind, Leif presses his hot chest against my back again. The strength of it seeps deep into my bones, holding me up with wanton eagerness while he unbuttons my jeans and then shimmies them over my hips. His eyes follow his movements in our reflection, and with every inch of skin he reveals, his breaths deepen, becoming ragged—so growly that when they vibrate over the shell of my ear and down my spine as he sinks to his knees behind me, I moan at the sensation.
“Damn, Cassidy,” he groans over the slope of my arse, the rasp of my name coating me in goosebumps, along with the scratch of his unshaven scruff as he continues licking and sucking at my flesh. “I can smell how wet you are for me.”
His fingers slip beneath the string of my thong, pulling it to the side as his tongue continues tracing a hot, lazy path from cheek to cheek, down to the top of my thighs. The instant his breath touches my wet pussy, my body threatens to disintegrate.
I’m dying a slow, tortured death with each teasing kiss he peppers across my thighs. Slowing, he reaches the fleshy part and nips hard enough that I yelp at the sharp pain that fizzes right to my clit. I’m throbbing for him as he resumes removing the rest of my clothes.
“Feet,” Leif grunts with a stinging smack to my bare arse.
I brace myself on the glass as he removes my boots, socks, jeans, and then brusquely spins me around to face him.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, falling back into the glass as the sight of him on his knees for me stuns me.
Leif’s hot as fuck at any given time. In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve seen enough of his physique to know exactly how impressive it is, but there’s something about having the upper stance and watching the way his body is coiled tight for me, because of me, that makes this by far the sexiest experience of my life.
He’s all dark hair, dark eyes, muscles upon muscles that have muscles, and then there are all the tattoos scrolled over his lightly tanned skin. For once, his cool dude attitude is nowhere to be seen, and in its place is a laser-focused intensity that jumbles up all my insides when his large hands rove up and down the length of my legs.
“You look good down there,” I say past the rampant pulse clogging my throat as I cup the side of his stubbled jaw with my hand.
“Not as good as you look from down here,” he’s quick to retort, his voice all smoke and rust as he picks up one of my feet and brings it to his chest.
Both my hands slap to the glass behind me, trying to find some kind of purchase—something to ground me while Leif tickles his fingertips up and down my thigh. Keeping his eyes on mine, he leans forward and trails open-mouthed kisses from my knee to my calf. With deliberate tenderness, he pulls back, his hands kneading my foot as his lips caress down to my ankle.
Breath and thought morph into nothing but feeling, overwhelming and consuming when his teeth rake along the top of my foot at the same time that his thumbnails scratch to my heel. With a lick of his lips, he plants a wet kiss above my curled toes.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m melting as he rounds his mouth to the side of my foot and begins running his stubbled jaw up the inside of my leg, hooking my knee over his shoulder when he reaches my thigh before continuing to trace a burning path with his tongue.
“Leif…” I whimper when he reaches the apex of my thighs and inhales so deeply, the sound is an animalistic rumble.
The anticipation of his touch on my needy pussy is driving me crazy. I can’t take much more of this teasing and taunting. I know he’s doing it on purpose to torture me.
