“It’s been a while since anyone—” He broke off as she stroked him through the fabric. “Junie.”
“Hmm?”
“If you keep doing that, this will be over embarrassingly fast.”
“Can’t have that.” But she gave him one more stroke before hooking her fingers in his waistband. “Lift.”
He helped her remove the last barriers between them, kicking off his slacks and boxers until he was as bare as she was. Her eyes traveled down his body with obvious appreciation, lingering on his cock where it stood hard and eager against his stomach.
“Oh,” she said softly. “That’s…”
“Is there a problem?”
“No problem.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “A distinct lack of problems. Very much not a problem.”
“You’re rambling.”
“I ramble when I’m impressed.” She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his length, and his vision went white at the edges. “Very, very impressed.”
Leo groaned. Her grip was perfect—firm enough to be felt, gentle enough to tease. She stroked him slowly, experimentally, learning what made him gasp and twitch.
“Junie.” His voice was a growl. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He positionedhimself at her entrance and paused.
One breath. Two. The head of his cock pressed against her slick heat, and it took every ounce of his remaining control notto thrust forward and bury himself to the hilt. She was so wet, so ready, the evidence of her arousal coating him as he held himself at her entrance.
“Leo.” Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him closer. “Please. I need you.”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes met his. Green and dark and wanting.
“I’ve got you.” His voice came out rough with restraint. “Whatever happens. I’ve got you.”
He pushed forward.
The first inch made them both groan. She was tight—impossibly, perfectly tight—her body stretching to accommodate him as he pressed deeper. He went slowly, giving her time to adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
But there was no discomfort in her expression. Only pleasure—her mouth falling open, her eyes going half-lidded, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her. He sank deeper, inch by inch, feeling her body welcome him.
When he was fully seated inside her, they both went still.
“Oh.” Junie’s voice was barely a whisper. “That’s… you feel…”
“I know.” He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard, his whole body trembling with the effort of staying still. “I know.”
The sensation was overwhelming. Not the physical alone—the tight, wet heat of her wrapped around him, gripping him, the way her body fit against his like they’d been made for each other—but a feeling deeper than that. Completion. Every choice he’d made, every path he’d walked, had led him here. To this woman. To this moment.
The beast inside him was silent for once. Not pressing, not demanding. Present. Reverent. As awed as Leo was by this.
“Move.” Junie breathed, her hips shifting beneath him.
He moved.
THIRTY
