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“That was incredible. That—that was insane.”
Leo laughed softly against my chest. “It’s called edging,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my chin. “And it suits you.”
I knew what edging was . . . I just never knew it could feel like that.
He trailed an electric path of kisses down to my chest before he gently lifted himself off me and stood from the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t you dare go anywhere,” he said, then he disappeared into what I assumed was his bathroom.
I couldn’t go anywhere if I tried. My limbs felt so loose and relaxed, I doubted I’d have the strength to get up from this bed anytime soon.
Leo reemerged less than a minute later, the condom no longer wrapped around him. He was still hard, though, and a shameless smirk spread across his face. “You said I only have one night, Mara,” he husked, his eyes bouncing over my sprawled position on the bed. I caught a flicker of something more serious in them, but before I could get a better read on it, his expression had darkened once more. “I intend to enjoy it to the fullest. Get on your hands and knees.”
Chapter Five
I would never admit it to Leo, but last night was by far the best sex I’d ever had in my entire life. It awoke something inside of me that I didn’t even know existed, something electric and vibrant that I wasn’t sure would stay sated for long.
I spent the night tangled in his bed, even though I’d had zero intentions of staying overnight. My apartment was only a five-minute walk from his building and I’d originally planned on quietly slipping away after he’d fallen asleep—it was usually much simpler that way. But after Leo shot me to the moon and stars the first time, he’d barely slept. As if something was awake inside of him too—a hunger that seemed to match my own.
His body sought mine out the entire night. A warm thumb swiping lightly over my bare chest as he sighed, bent around me and content; a heavy leg thrown over both of mine, caging me into the soft mattress as if to never let me go; a cocooning of his hips as they curved around my own after I turned to my side and closed my eyes. Each shifting touch and graze had my heart pounding harder in my chest. It was like my nerve endings were live wires, dancing and sparking at the feel of his skin, at his breath as it hummed into my neck.
Three more times in the light of the moon, we found ourselves in the throes of each other—hands gripping tight, bodies moving in earnest, teeth grazing skin. It was too good. I couldn’t get enough of him, and it was clear he had the same frantic urge to hold me, to move over me and inside of me as he made me come again and again. It made me anxious for the morning sun to rise and our bubble to pop, but I allowed myself to be wholly his, blanketed under the stars that winked down at us through the wall of windows in his bedroom.
A few hours of pretending, of living in another dimension where maybe this penthouse was ours and Leo cooked dinner for me every night and always looked at me like I was a treasure—and he never, ever hurt me or degraded me or made me feel small—wouldn’t be so bad.
But even as naturally as they bloomed in my mind, those thoughts scared the shit out of me. Because beneath the whimsy of it all were scars that ran deep, wounds that had never quite healed, and I didn’t trust that Leo wouldn’t pour salt directly into them if given the opportunity. I wouldn’t even know where to begin with trusting again, not after what I’d been through.
Now it was seven thirty in the morning and the sun had been up for far too long for me to still be in Leo’s arms. I’d been trying to convince myself to slip out from underneath his warm embrace, to quietly dress and sneak out his door without another look. But with every internal five-second countdown, I found myself rooted in place. I listened to the comfortable rhythm of his breathing while his forehead rested against my chest and his heavy arm snaked around my waist. My eyes traced along the edges of his back as I continuously restarted that countdown—making it to zero at least a hundred times without so much as budging.
It had been so long, so fucking long since I’d felt . . . safe. Since I felt like I could exhale next to someone else like this. And Leo had done just about nothing to earn it, aside from making me pasta and giving me more orgasms than I could count on one hand.
That scared me even more.
I couldn’t explain the ease I felt with his body around me, or the burning curiosity to know more about him. Even now, as I battled tooth-and-nail to rip myself away from him so that I could propel myself back into the real world, I nearly regretted my words last night.
I don’t do relationships.
Just a onetime thing.
You might never see me again.
Now they felt like a lie, because as my fingers grazed through the ends of Leo’s hair, the only words blazing inside my heart were, What if? I sighed, and it came out louder than intended. Leo stirred, his face pressing further into my chest with a rumbling, happy groan.
Shit.
I stilled, freezing my hand where it hovered just above his head. But it was too late. Leo was awake, and he was pressing soft kisses up my chest toward my neck. I shivered at the feel of it.
“Morning,” he whispered before his teeth nipped my collarbone. He palmed my hip, squeezing with gentle pressure.
I couldn’t help the smile that pulled on my lips. Couldn’t help the joy bursting in my heart because he woke up still wanting me. “Hey.”
“How’d you sleep?” His tongue darted out to lick the sensitive spot behind my ear, and my eyes fluttered closed.
“Sleep?” I rasped. “I’m not sure we slept at all.”
Another low, throaty groan slipped from his mouth, and I felt it on my lips as he kissed me. There was renewed urgency in the way his fingertips dipped into my skin, as if he was feeling the imminent end of this, too. Like if he could just hold on, he’d be able to keep me for a little longer. But if he was as anxious as I was, it was only revealed through that fervent touch. His gaze was steady, roaming where he pleased.
He lifted himself up onto his elbows and settled his hips between my legs as he deepened his kiss. When his hand lowered beneath the covers and found me already wet for him, he lazily slipped two fingers inside of me while his tongue matched the movement in my mouth.
His dizzying strokes were unhurried, like we had all day to do this. To be together like this. And I found myself gliding out of the bounds of my fantasy and into the reality that it was daylight and we were still here. Still fucking like we didn’t know how to stop.
