I let out a laugh, this time rolling my eyes and shoving his chest. His bare, sculpted chest. He didn’t waste a second in grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss.
Leo could be cautious and careful. I thought he would kiss that way, too.
Boy,was I wrong.
When Leo kissed, it was reckless and demanding and powerful. He claimed, teased, and tasted my mouth.
Then he finger-fucked me on the kitchen counter and made me come instantly. Weeks of mounting tension would do that.
I swiped my tongue against his, living for the rumble in his throat when I tasted him. The only thing better was feeling his beard and mustache against my skin. I bet it would feel just as good between my legs.
Not breaking away from him, I reached blindly, feeling around for my purse and pulling out a condom.
“Which way’s your room?”
“Hallway. Door on the left,” I muttered between kisses.
Leo took the condom from me and scooped me in his arms, carrying me to my bedroom and tossing me onto the bed. The mattress bounced underneath me, and I propped myself up on my elbows.
He stood at the foot of the bed. His jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, hung loosely on his hips. “You sure about this?”
I nodded, never having been more sure ofanything. He couldn’t stop now.
“I’m sure. I want this.” If anything, I should have been asking him that. I did casual…he didn’t. “Are you sure?”
The corner of his mouth tipped up, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Yeah, Trouble. I’m fucking sure.”
Leo kneeled at the foot of the bed, sliding his hands underneath the sides of my thong and pulling the scrap of fabric slowly down my legs, inch by inch, all the while pressing sensual kisses along my leg to my inner thigh. “Fuck,” he groaned, tossing the fabric to the side.
He spread my legs wider, his thumb running up along my wetness, and I shuddered, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm.
“Take your bra off,” he ordered. “Show me those pretty tits.”
I unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side.
As soon as I was naked in front of him, Leo stopped moving his thumb along my clit, and I watched his throat bob and eyes grow heavy-lidded. “Are you trying to kill me with how sexy you are?” he rasped. “I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”
“What are you waiting for, then?” I breathed, my whole body tingling with anticipation and desire.
“Need to taste you again. The tease I got earlier wasn’t enough,” he growled, spreading my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He swiped his tongue along my center, causing my stomach to swoop with desire.
My back arched, and I instinctively reached for his hair, giving it a tug as my hips rocked against his mouth. That pressure in my stomach surged, and I knew if he kept going, it would lead to another release.
As much as I wanted that, I wanted to feel him. I was desperate for it.
“Leo,” I panted. “I—I want your cock. I need to feel you.”
He looked up, eyes heavy, and licked his lips. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”
I knew he could—I wasright there—but I shook my head.
“You want my cock that badly, huh?”
I bit down on my bottom lip, legs practically trembling as I imagined him pushing inside me. “Yes,” I breathed. “I need you to fuck me.”
Satisfied with my answer, Leo pressed a final kiss to my inner thigh and stood, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he took me in. I imagined my expression was similar as I watched him push his jeans and boxers down.
His thick cock bobbed, straining toward his taut stomach.
