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I nodded in earnest. “Yes. Yours.” I reached for his hand, the one still gripping my hip, and pulled it up to lay over my overactive heart. “Do you feel this?”
His gaze flitted down to where his palm rested on my chest. “Yes.”
“That’s because of you, Leo. My heart already knows the truth.”
His eyes closed tightly at my words. But instead of pain, there was joy radiating from him. A relief as obvious as the moonlight blanketing the room. And when his lids opened to reveal his blue eyes, pupils blown wide, there was a spark in them that I knew was just for me. “Mine,” he committed, hand palming my heart.
I watched as he took another sweeping look down my body, a newfound enthusiasm brightening his features. And then he took a small step back and slid my shorts down my thighs.
He groaned again when he saw I wasn’t wearing panties—the shorts were too tight to conceal anything else beneath them. “This is going to be much quicker than I’d normally want, Mara.” His voice was gravel. “But I already know I’m not going to be able to control myself with you like this.”
If he only knew the way he touched me seemed to piece me back together. “Give me all you got,” I said through a smile, my body buzzing with anticipation. “I can take it.”
He breathed in deep, tossing my shorts to the ground and sliding a finger along my glistening skin. “Mm,” he hummed. But then he hesitated, met my eyes. “I should go grab a condom.”
I wound my fingers into the material of his shirt, holding him still. “I get tested regularly—I’m all clear, and I’m on the pill.”
He nodded. “I’m clear, too.”
I smiled. “I want you, nothing else.”
A lopsided grin grew wide on his face, and he refocused on his treasure. “God, you’re already so wet for me.” He reached to unfasten his belt buckle, and within seconds his pants were undone and around his thick thighs. Pumping himself once, eyes fastened between my legs, he murmured, “I’m going to remember you like this for the rest of my life. I’m going to picture you draped over this piano, so raw and fucking beautiful, until the end of time, Mara.”
My mouth went dry as my chest heaved. “Good,” I managed to say. “Lock it in while I’m still young and fresh.” He smiled, and it nearly killed me. This thing between us was going to screw me up forever. But I didn’t care, I needed more. I wanted it all.
He lined himself up against me and drove himself home.
This time, as Leo moved his body into mine with heady precision, his limbs trembled with the effort it took for him to stay calm. Despite his warning, he was trying to control himself—he was trying to make this last, the selfless and glorious man that he was. Or maybe it was selfish.
Either way, the bold confidence and authority he demonstrated last time was still present in the way he took control of the moment, but it was also obvious how nearly frantic and desperate he was for this.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he hovered his chest over me, his thighs warm and heavy against mine as he curled in a deep thrust. His teeth skated a shameless path along my jaw before sinking into the skin below my ear. Strong hands wrapped around my hips, holding my writhing body still as he drilled into me again. “This can’t be real,” he murmured. “You can’t be real.”
I arched off the surface of the piano as he stretched and filled me with a longing that knew no bounds, and then he met me with a searing kiss. A moan passed quietly between us when he hiked my knee up to gain better access. He was branding himself right into my body, into my soul. I lost all focus on the ways I tried to protect myself from a want as big as this. I didn’t let the anticipation of what came next hurl me into any fear-induced delusions—all I could see was the way Leo shined brightly, the way he felt so right against my skin.
“Mara,” he murmured through a shaky breath, “tell me again. Tell me you’re mine.”
His blue eyes were nearly black with desire, and they caught on my mouth as I whispered the words: “I’m yours, Leo.” The tension inside of me was pulling taut—he was bringing me higher and higher as he drove me deeper into the piano, and I was so close to tipping over the edge.
His thrusts were wild and feral—he was falling apart at the seams. I ached for more of it. I wanted all of him. “You’re mine, Mara,” he slurred as he drove his body into mine, and it sent me catapulting right over the edge. The orgasm was loud and bright, like a burning star as it shot across the sky.
Leo broke just after I did, the force of his pleasure hot against my inner walls. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him in close as he repeated my name over and over again on his beautiful lips.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Leo was sprawled casually on the bed with his feet pressed against the mattress, his long legs caging me on either side as I sat cross-legged between them. The early morning light draped his bedroom in a golden glow. His head was propped up on a stack of three pillows, hair wrecked more than usual from winding my fingers through it all night, and there was an undeniable mischief in his eyes behind his glasses as he watched me carefully.
Something about Leo in those glasses nearly dismantled me.
“What?” I asked, feeling my blood heat under his gaze.
His mouth rose in a small smile before he shook his head. “Nothing.”
I let each of my hands roam in a lazy trail along his massive thighs, noticing his breathing change as they inched higher toward his briefs. My gaze caught on the tattoo on his left thigh, the ink depicting an arrangement of mountains. “So,” I said quietly, knowing his parents were still asleep somewhere across the apartment. “When did you get this?”
His eyes drifted to where my fingertips traced the dark gray lines. “Hm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “Senior year of college.”
“Were all the boys getting slutty thigh tattoos, or just you?”
