“More,” she says, gripping my waist, her nails biting into my hips. “Leo, more,” she demands. “Harder.”
And, yup, this isn’t going to go slow.
I draw out, thrust deep, and I do it hard. I do it fast, her moans driving me faster, the edges of my orgasm already clawing at my control.
She’s beautiful below me, her hazel eyes half-mast, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she pants out my name.
Nails in my skin.
Legs wrapped tight.
Her pussy clenching tightly around me.
“Leo!” she gasps, and I let go, pounding into her, my pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until?—
“Harper!” I grunt, coming apart, that tight cunt milking my cock as my orgasm explodes through me.
Fuck, that’s good.
Fuck, it’s great.
Fuck, it’s nearly impossible for me to roll us both to the side so I don’t crush her as I catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her hand pressed to her chest.
“That,” I rasp. “Times a million.”
She grins at me and I feel something in my heart flutter, something scary, something that almost has me getting up from this couch and bolting. Only…
Then she yawns and the panic inside me fades.
She needs rest. Which means she needs to clean up and get to bed.
I can make that happen.
Getting up on shaky legs, I tug up my pants then lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
“Thanks,” she whispers when I set her on her feet.
I nod, wash my hands then slip out into the hall.
“Leo?”
“Yeah, Harp?”
“Are you heading out?”
The question is neutral, but I see it in her eyes. The resignation that I’m going to walk away again.
That I’m going to leave.
And I should.
But…I can’t.
So—with panic nearly shredding my insides—I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “I’m not leaving.”
She exhales, and I touch her cheek.
