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Confidence blazed through me as I pointed to his pressed pants. “Off,” I said.
He laughed. “Not so fast.” He stepped closer, his hands falling back to my hips, his fingers pressing divots into my skin. “You first,” he whispered, kissing me deeply. His tongue curled into my mouth as his fingers slipped beneath the hemline of my shorts. He licked across my jaw as he slid them down my legs, his mouth following a similar trail on my neck and chest.
When his tongue flattened over the black lace that covered my nipple, I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. “Oh god,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, and he hummed with satisfaction as he dipped his mouth further toward my hips. My shorts fell to my ankles, and he gripped my thigh as he lifted my leg, my foot escaping from the material as his tongue teased along my panty line.
He pulled back to appreciate the thong that matched my bra. “I like those,” he said, more to himself than me. His eyes were glazed, heavy with desire. “I think we should leave them on for now.” He pulled my other foot out of my shorts and rose back up to his full height, caging me against the wall with his arms, crowding into my space. Bright, blue eyes punched into mine. “What do you want, Mara?” He bent down to nip at my chin, grazing my skin with his teeth. “Hm? Show me what you want.”
As he bent down to suck on the point of my shoulder, my gaze landed on the large bed in the center of the room. It was unmade, the thick white duvet pushed down toward the foot of the bed, exposing soft gray sheets. I imagined him drilling me to the mattress with his hips, rolling into me as the muscles of his back danced.
He stood tall, piercing gaze assessing. The warmth of his breath ghosted my cheek as his chest rose and fell, heart pounding against my hands, his fingers dancing a quiet path along my stomach. “Mara,” he spoke again, his tone firmer.
My gaze snapped from his bed to his eyes, finding them so full of need it made me shiver. “Yes?” I whispered.
“Show me what you want,” he begged, before he captured my lip with his teeth.
I fought through the nerves swirling in my belly.
Show him, my body sang.
So I did.
Reaching out to grip his wrist, I pulled his hand toward me and pressed it firmly between my legs. Instinctively, his palm cupped me with eye-rolling pressure as his finger swiped along the fabric of my underwear. Where I was already so wet for him.
He groaned, a deep guttural sound escaping from the back of his throat as he swiped his finger against me again. Pressing his lips against mine, he spoke into my mouth. “So needy for me already, aren’t you?”
My eyes fluttered closed as I nodded, chasing his tongue with my own. The sensation of his finger between my legs splintered through me. “Yes,” I breathed.
The heel of his palm rounded against me, driving friction where I needed it most. “What a good girl you are,” he rasped as his other hand wrapped gently around my throat, the pressure ultra-light, testing to see how I might react to it. And though I half expected my self-defense tactics to kick in from a touch like that, they just didn’t. I wanted more.
I stared right into this near-stranger’s eyes and realized how deep my trust ran with him. Even as he brazenly tested my boundaries, he did so with an obvious care, attentive in the way he moved and slowly enough that I could stop him at any point. But I didn’t want to—I wanted to give him everything. “Harder,” I begged. “Please.”
Leo smiled with his whole face, his eyes blown wide with lust. And then the hand on my throat gripped tighter as the one between my legs pressed harder, driving slow circles with the heel of his hand as his fingers curled against me. The increased pressure rippled a shudder down my spine, and my legs began to tremble from the pleasure building.
His fingers continued their assault between my legs, the fabric of my panties sinking deeper and deeper as I rocked my hips against his hand, chasing for a sweet release. Leo’s gaze bounced from my eyes to my mouth before falling down to where I was grinding against him, and he let out a trembling breath. “I love how eager you are for this.”
“Yes,” I hissed. His hand rounded against me harder, his pace quickening as he helped me chase what I was desperate for. I closed my eyes tight, so damn close to tipping into a blinding release. The hand around my throat squeezed a little harder, and I was mere seconds away from ecstasy . . .
But then he was gone.
My eyes snapped open to find that Leo had taken a full step back. Both of his hands were hanging at his sides, no longer working my body into a sweet oblivion. His gaze was hot as I whined in frustration from the loss of them.
“Why’d you stop?” I demanded, my chest heaving.
A smirk spread across his lips as he stepped forward again, his face coming within inches of mine. “Mara,” he murmured, “when you come, I want your eyes on me.” His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Do you understand?” His gaze fell to my mouth, bright and hungry. “I want to feel your body explode against mine. I want to hear you cry out as pleasure courses through you. But I want to see it in your eyes when it happens. Yes?”
I sucked in a deep breath. The way he looked at me . . . it was like coming up for air after years of being under water. His gaze was filled with heat and lust, yes—but there was so much more in the depths of those blues. I could see a longing that matched my own, a mirrored reflection of the deepest parts of me that ached to be seen.
His eyes caught mine again, and I nodded.
He lurched forward until he was caging me again, his hands gripping my waist as he thrust his hips between my legs. His mouth pressed eagerly against my neck, and I felt the sting of a bite below my ear before he caressed the mark with his tongue. “I think I’ll have fun with you like this for a while,” he whispered against my skin, sending goosebumps cascading along my shoulder and arm. “How long do you think I can tease you for?” he rumbled. “How many times can I bring you right to the edge without letting you fall?”
“Leo,” I moaned as his hands gripped my ass.
“I know, baby.” He kissed my jaw. “I’m right there with you. Can you see how fucking crazy you’re making me?” He lifted me again with his strong arms, catching my mouth with his as he raised me up to turn and move us to his bed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him as much as I could. I wanted to feel him on every square inch of my skin, to mold his body to my own as he brought me higher and higher. I’d never felt anything like this in my entire life—this raw, primal need for more. It was electrifying. Invigorating, as if I’d somehow stumbled upon exactly what I needed to wake me up from the dull haze of my life, to feel again through the careful constructs of my existence.
He lowered me onto his bed, stepping back again to look at me. His gaze snagged on my chest, my stomach, on the thong I still wore.
