“Good. Same. I was tested before I came back, and there hasn’t been anyone else.” He stepped out of his jeans and pulled me to his hot, hard body. “But, uh, what I meant is that this first round might be a little quick and intense.”
“First round?” My eyebrows shot up as I understood his meaning.
“Of many. But I’m stating for the record that this first time may not be an accurate representation of what’s to come. Heh. No pun intended.”
I kissed up his neck to his mouth, letting my lips get scraped by the coarse hair. Every part of his body was designed to make me feel more electric. “I’m really not worried about it. You’ve been getting me off every night since the Rage Room, so I figure I owe you...”
His head dropped to my shoulder, impatient hands still roaming me. “Mari,” he groaned. “I wish I had really been there. I would make you feel so good.”
“You do.” I gasped.
He pushed off his briefs as I fell back onto the bed. I crawled back, propped on my elbows, and watched as he walked on his knees to get between my now spread legs.
His gaze roamed the view of me, and I let him take his fill, not even an ounce of modesty to be found. I couldn’t feel anything but magnificent in the way his dark gaze devoured me. It was as tangible as his finger that traced a pattern up the inside of my thigh. My legs shook as he leaned down to kiss my thigh, hand gripping it tight, his mouth sucked at the sensitive skin. Those strong, talented fingers gripped the smooth skin, making me feel cradled.
I gasped out his name. “I’m going to devour you later. Do you understand?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to speak after the control in his tone. I bit my lip, and he bent once more to lick up my seam. He toyed and teased me until I was wet and swollen and needy to be filled.
“Absolutely. Devour.” He spoke to the core of me, his hot exhalations causing a quake.
He took a steadying breath before leaning to grab a condom off the floor. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and put it in his mouth. His teeth held the fabric as both hands worked to roll on the condom. His chest rose and fell, his abs flexing as he focused. When he looked back at me with dark, greedy eyes, I was panting just as hard. His singular focus on getting inside me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I thought he would drop the shirt from his mouth or rip it off entirely, but he didn’t seem to even notice he still gripped it in his teeth. His hands hooked behind my knees, draping my ankles on his shoulders. His hot gaze was focused intently on my body as he brought himself to me. He groaned as he swirled me with his tip, and my muscles began to shake since I’d been tense, sitting up to watch his every action. I was desperate to pull him as far into me as possible.
He pressed in with a tight suck of air before he began to rock slowly, deeply. The shirt was still in his mouth, so I could see every muscle in his body working to keep the steady rhythm. I clenched around him, and his nostrils flared. He was so distracted by looking at where we met that he didn’t seem to realize what he was doing somehow was making me even more wild. He was usually so careful. So thoughtful. But I wanted him to take and be selfish withmy body. My pleasure was so rooted in his that both were inevitable. I couldn’t lose.
He looked up at me briefly, almost pained and apologetic.
“It’s so good,” I reassured him.
As he undulated into me. I pushed back, grinding into him, finding a sweet spot. His hand lifted my hip as he bent to kiss me, finally releasing the shirt from his mouth, his arm catching him before we crashed.
“You’re incredible,” he said. He kissed me, and I arched up. I tightened around him to make him feel good. A wildness started to take over. I pushed up his shirt to scratch my nails down his back. I hooked my legs to lift more firmly to him. I grabbed whatever I could to bring him as close as possible.
That initial spark—that previously could only come through careful attention and the right conditions—began to catch, but Leo was so hot, so wild for me. I’d wanted this,him,for so long; the foreplay had been building up to this for weeks. The spark caught, heat rolling through me. It built and built so that the excitement of knowing I would come like this launched the act itself. I came without warning, hard and fast, and unexpectedly.
I screamed out his name as I broke, and that shattered any remaining self-control he had. He pumped into me without his normal, careful rhythm, a freestyle of overwhelming desire.
His neck muscles flexed as his head lifted on a final deep thrust.
He stayed hovered above me, braced on his forearms, trembling slightly. His curls were even more extraordinary when damp with sweat, and I couldn’t help tugging my hand through them just as he did.
“Rest. Hydrate. Protein.”
“What?” I laughed at his mumbled nonsense.
“That’s the plan. Then we are coming right back here to set a world record.”
“For what? Most sexual positions in four days?” I asked.
He flopped over and onto his back, still panting. “You really get me.”
CHAPTER 29
LEO
“Ihave your balls!” The announcement came from the living room.
