“Was this the Smoky Mountain magic they refer to?” she asked after I set her back. She was beautiful and flushed and sated. Understanding came over me like a cool breeze. Not overwhelming or all at once, but a sort of quiet reassurance and peace of mind.
I loved this woman.
There was no remaining doubt. Giving her what she needed was all that mattered. I might never feel worthy of her, but I would damn well keep trying.
“No. That was all me.”
“Drummers,” she teased and rolled her eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to look Devlin in the eyes ever again.”
“What happens in the studio, stays in the studio,” I said.
CHAPTER 24
MARI
Ireturned to my physical self, breaths rasping, a sensation of swollen dizziness in my entire body. He had brought me to the couch. I was loose-limbed, warm, and satisfied.
I rubbed a hand up my neck into the damp hair at my nape. I lay with my body spread out on the couch, Leo looking down at me with that same look of awe that made me feel like the most incredible person on the planet.
“That was...” No words could possibly express how hard it was to get me to orgasm normally, let alone standing up. But there was no challenge when it was Leo doing the work. I had been correct in my assumption about his dexterity.
I flushed, the reality of the situation threatening to make it awkward. Except it wasn’t. Leo looked at me with primal longing, making my body feel things it never had. He’d delivered on my internal hypothesis better than any of my fantasies. He’d played me expertly, found the tempo of my body like a musical virtuoso, but didn’t leave me feeling like an object. He ran a hand over his face as he continued to watch me closely.
He was studying me for signs of regret, his features tortured with concern, not to mention the painful bulge nearly eye level, left ignored.
He wouldn’t suffer a moment more. I reached for his jeans. He stepped back. “I’m okay. Are you?” he asked.
I nodded and sat up on the couch, legs tucked, back arched.
“This is . . . it will go down,” he explained.
“Did you enjoy watching me come?” I asked bluntly.
He swallowed. “Yes.” His voice rasped.
“I want to be able to see you now. There’s no honor in keeping that from me,” I said. I looked at where he subconsciously palmed his length. Just seeing the outline of the hardness pressing against the jeans sent a fresh wave of desire through me.
The last of his modesty groaned away as he carefully but quickly tugged himself free of his jeans.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, licking my lips and sitting up more.
“You’re doing it. Just look at me like that.” His motions started smooth. I watched, mesmerized, as his thumb rounded over the tip to smear his precum. Slow and smooth at first, his hand roughly jerked himself. His beautiful cock was on full display as he abused it, his stomach muscles flexing with the exertion and focus. I felt beautiful as his gaze flicked over every part of me. I boldly caressed my body, thinking of the areas he touched me moments ago, remembering the pulse of pain and pleasure right before my orgasm, tweaking my tender nipple.
“Yes,” he gasped.
His legs widened, and his strokes grew faster. He panted and made a sound of concern. I quickly grabbed a nearby tissue and handed it to him. The tips of my fingers dared to reach out and tease the area just under where he stroked without getting in the way. I lightly explored where his hand wasn’t, cupping his balls and applying pressure just behind. Boldly, I leaned forward to barely tongue his leaking tip.
“Mari,” he gasped and moved the tissue in time as I leaned out of the way, biting back my smile.
He stumbled forward, and I held on to his waist to help him balance.
I grinned up at him, and after a shake of his head, he blinked starstruck down at me. His smile rioted my heart.
We cleaned up and met back on the couch without speaking. He opened his arms, and I tucked myself against him as though we’d done it a hundred times. We had gotten more free with our touches these past few weeks, but nothing like this. Obviously.
“I was right,” I said eventually. “I like your focused faces.”
He chuckled with a groan, hiding his head in my hair. “Let’s hope that Devlin doesn’t have hidden cameras in here.”
