Something about this moment was different. I knew he felt it, too, because the emotion swirling in his eyes hit me straight in the chest. We normally moved fast, and it was easy to fit our connection into a neat box that was purely physical.
“It’s always good between us,” he murmured. “Always feels right.” He cupped the side of my face, tipping my chin down so Icould see how he thrust inside me. “Look at how your pretty pussy takes my cock. How perfectly we fit. It doesn’t get better than this.”
My mouth fell open as I watched his cock disappear inside me. “You’re so…big,” I breathed. “Love how full you make me feel.”
My gaze met his again, and his expression almost looked pained—almost like whatever was between us wastoo good.
“Leo, I want more.” I dug my heels into his ass, needing him deeper. “Faster.”
“On your knees,” he demanded.
I gasped as he pulled out, my chest heaving, and I scrambled to my knees. My chest pressed against the mattress while he gripped my hips and dragged me onto his cock, pumping into me over and over again. Faster and deeper than before.
I knew Leo would give me anything and everything I wanted.
“Yes!” I cried out, pressing my back against his chest, his hot breath hitting my neck.
His hand snaked between my legs and applied pressure, completely overwhelming my senses.
“Fuck,” he huffed. “I love being inside you.”
“I’m—I’m so close,” I warned, looking at him over my shoulder. With how close we were, all I had to do was lean back and our lips met, in a slow, sensual kiss while he continued to pump his hips and circle my clit. I had to break away from the kiss with how quickly my orgasm was building.
“Fuck, Eliza,” he ground out. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight. Come for me, baby.” He moved harder and faster, and that was what pushed me over the edge.
A string of moans escaped me as heat pooled in my lower belly, and intense pleasure coursed through me. Leo was right there with me. His cock jerked before spilling his release inside me.
My whole body shook, my arms especially, as I collapsed onthe bed. Leo slipped out and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his chest. We both took a moment to catch our breath, and I let myself sink into his warm embrace.
“You’re so warm,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. “I’m exhausted after that.”
Leo’s body shook with laughter. “Me, too. I vote we stay in bed all night. Unless you had something else planned?”
I shook my head. “Staying in bed or moving to the couch sounds absolutely perfect. For dinner, I got us food from some of my favorite places in town. We haven’t gone to nearly as many restaurants as I thought.” Probably because our nights consisted of sex and Leo cooking. I didn’t mention that part of the reason why I’d gotten take out from four to five different places was because we might not have time to try them all otherwise. Or that whatever he cooked for me beat out my favorite meal from a restaurant by a long shot.
I pressed a kiss to his lips, reluctantly untangling my body from his. “I’m gonna clean up and change. Probably should reheat the food, too. And you’re not allowed to help.” I pointed at him.
He raised his hands in surrender. “And you said I’m bossy tonight.”
“You were!”
“But you liked it.”
I rolled my eyes with a laugh, walking toward the bathroom and not telling him that Ireallyliked it.
That I really likedhim.
34
LEO
“Wereyou and Colin close growing up?” Eliza asked before picking up a cookie and taking a bite.
Once we finished eating dinner, we’d spent the last couple of hours talking about anything and everything. Growing up, our families, our careers, what we wanted out of life. When the conversation turned from lighthearted to slightly heavier, Eliza pulled out a box of assorted cookies that Lily had dropped off earlier today—and that Eliza was generous enough to share with me.
I leaned against the couch, drumming my fingertips over Eliza’s legs that were in my lap. “It’s hard to say,” I admitted. “In a way, yes. We did a lot more together when we were younger, and I enjoyed spending time with him, even if it was often because my mom had to run an errand or was dealing with things from the divorce. I think from the beginning our relationship was very practical, which didn’t leave much room for friendship, if that makes sense. I think the divorce impacted my relationship with him more than I realized.”
“Things like that can either bring a family together or push them farther in different directions.” She was exactly right.
