“But?”
I chuckled, nipping at her neck enough to get a moan out of her but not enough to leave a mark. “But isn’t it more complicated than that?” I continued kissing along her skin.
“It doesn’t have to be.” Eliza’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging as I continued to place hot kisses along her body. “It can be a one-time thing,” she breathed. Eliza reached for my shirt, tugging on it but not fully committing to pushing it off my shoulders, likely waiting for my reaction. “Just once to get it out of our systems.”
My cock strained against my jeans, and I pushed my hips against hers, a soft gasp leaving her.
“One-time thing,” I agreed. The words didn’t taste good leaving my mouth. I didn’t think a one-time thing would be enough, but it made sense. “But I’m taking my goddamn time with you.”
“Deal,” she breathed.
I pressed my hips harder into her, seeking friction through our clothes, and braced one of my palms on the cool marble counter.
Eliza yanked my short-sleeved shirt and undershirt over my head, her hands running along my chest and shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she explored every ridge and muscle.
A low groan escaped my throat as I ran my hand along her thigh to her hip, gripping tightly.
This time, she was the one to lean up, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss and swiping at the seam of my lips for access. She broke away, only for me to pull her shirt off her head. Her shoes dropped to the floor as she pushed them off with her feet, and I pulled her wet jeans off her toned legs.
In nothing but a black bra and thong, Eliza moved to the edge of the counter, grinding her center against my erection. “More,” she moaned, reaching to undo my jeans.
I tsked. “Not yet, Trouble. Gotta make sure you’re nice andready for me first.” My hand snaked between her legs, underneath the scrap of fabric, to find exactly what I’d been hoping for—that she was already soaked.
“So fucking wet,” I groaned. I easily slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly before picking up speed.
“Fuck!”
“You need this, don’t you, baby?”
Eliza’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as I continued to pump my fingers, her hips bucking against my hand.
“What did you say to me earlier? Don’t you think you should bepoliteand answer my question?” I plunged my fingers deeper, causing a gasp to leave her as she gripped my shoulder with one hand and braced herself with another.
“Y-yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I need this. I’m—I’m so close already. I need?—”
“Atta girl. Come on my fingers. Sooner you come, the sooner I can fuck your pretty pussy. You don’t think I’m only going to make you come once, do you?”
“I’m. Right. There,” Eliza panted. Those were the words I could make out, at least. The rest was a string of curses and moans.
Within seconds, Eliza finished on my fingers, a breathless, beautiful mess.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
17
ELIZA
“Holy fucking shit,”I panted, still seeing stars from my intense orgasm.
I couldn’t decide if it was so good it didn’t feel real or if it felttooreal. Either way, it was an out-of-body experience I had to come down from.
When I came to my senses enough, my eyes flicked to Leo, finding a cocky smirk on his lips. He looked damn proud of himself.
He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean with a groan. “You taste fucking delicious,” he groaned. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted—and I can’t wait for more.”
I nodded eagerly, wanting—needing—more from him.
“I knew I’d break your curse. In record time, too.”
