I turned toward Leo, watching the smoke escape his lips, and I gave him what I hoped was a convincing smile. “Just zoned out.” I wiggled my fingers so he’d pass me the joint, and I took a hit, willing my thoughts and questions to ease.
Changing the subject, I asked, “Do you know where you’ll get your next tattoo?”
He leaned back, one hand staying on my leg while the other draped along the couch. “Depends on what it is. Maybe my chest or torso?”
I drank him in, my hands itching to run along his body, explore every inch and find theperfectspot. I passed the joint back to him, and as he took another hit, I readjusted so I was straddling him instead.
“I know that look,” he hummed, bringing the joint to his lips.
“There’s nolook,” I argued. “I’m simply exploring the spots you mentioned, seeing what would be best.” I ran my hands down his chest, slipping underneath the fabric of his tee and getting to feel every ridge and dip of his muscled frame. “I think on your chest would be nice.” I bit my bottom lip, my eyes flicking to his. “Did you know I have two weaknesses?”
His brow quirked, and he shook his head.
“Thigh tattoos and mustaches.”
With the joint between his fingers, Leo took his free handand used his thumb and pointer finger to smooth out his mustache before running his hand over his stubbled jaw. Normally, his beard was a little longer than it was today, but he must’ve shaved recently. The fact that I noticed was a whole other problem I was going to ignore for now.
“How lucky for me,” he murmured. He held the joint out toward me, but I shook my head, so he put it out on the ash tray. “I only have one weakness.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I considered not asking him what it was, unsure if I’d be able to take the answer. My curiosity got the better of me. “What is it?”
“You,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips and rocking me against his cock. I gasped at the friction from his erection. Between my flimsy shorts and his sweatpants, there wasn’t much between us. “Always teasing me, aren’t you, Trouble?” He tipped his head back, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said innocently, my breath hitching as I continued to move over him. So maybe I hadn’t worn panties or a bra and chose the olive-green pajama shorts that drove him wild…at least I’d worn a cropped tee instead of a tank top.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” he repeated slowly, lifting his hips to emphasizeexactlywhat I was doing to him. His cock strained against the fabric, and his sweatpants did very little to contain his arousal.
My nipples pebbled, the friction from brushing against my tee causing me to seek more. I wanted his touch everywhere. I reached for one of his hands, guiding it underneath my shirt and up to my breast, where within moments he was tugging and toying with my nipple, causing a moan to escape me.
“Fuck, Eliza,” he hissed at how quickly my body reacted to him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breathsending shivers up my spine. “Do you feel what you do to me? How much power you have over me?” he mumbled against my skin, and I could barely make out the second sentence.
What about whathedid tome?
My breath hitched as I rocked against him, picking up speed and using his shoulders to steady myself. “I feel it,” I panted, moving my hands to the back of his head and tangling my fingers in his hair. “I want to feelyou.”
He pressed hot, wet kisses to my neck, sucking gently on my skin before pulling back. “Fuck. I didn’t bring a condom. Wait here.” He started to lift me off him. “I’ll run down and grab one.”
I set my hands over his and shook my head. “No, I want tofeelyou,” I repeated, more directly this time, so he wouldn’t miss what I was saying.
I wanted to feel every inch of him without anything between us. I didn’t want to think too deeply about it, but Leo would be the first guy I’d had sex with without a condom. I wanted him bare inside me, and I wanted to feel as he finished. “I got tested before we started sleeping together, and I’m on the pill.”
“I got tested after my last partner,” he said slowly. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I rasped. It wasn’t spur of the moment for me. I’d been thinking about it the last few days. If we were going to be sleeping with each other exclusively, then I didn’t want anything between us for the rest of the time he was in Golden Falls.
“I…I’ve never done this without a condom before either,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.
The words hit differently now. It wasn’t just me being vulnerable. He was, too.
That made the choice and the trust between us feel even bigger.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling me to him and capturing my lips in a hungry kiss.
My hands drifted to the waistband of his sweatpants, and he lifted his hips, allowing me to push his pants and briefs down over his ass to free his thick cock.
His hand dipped between my legs, and he moved my shorts to the side, finding out I wasn’t wearing underwear. He swore under his breath again. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Are you always this wet for me, Trouble? Waiting for me to fuck you?”
“Always,” I said without any shame, eager to have him inside me again. No matter how many times we had sex, I’d be eager for the next time—until he left, of course. Then I’d have to figure out how to break this all-consuming addiction.
