Page 44 of Read With Your Heart

His fingers move to the other breast, repeating the motion.

“You have the prettiest titties,” he says, and I giggle at the word. I try to move my arm, but he shifts so his mouth takes one breast, pinning that arm to my side. My free hand clutches the blanket near my waist, and my lids lower. He takes his time rolling his tongue over one achy globe, sucking at the entire swell and then nipping at the ripened nipple. He swallows the globe again before pulling off with a pop. When he moves to the other one, and he looks at me, eyes hooded as he watches my reaction while taking me in his mouth once more. The intensity of those silver eyes. The spark in them. Knowing what he’s doing to me. I can’t look. It’s too much.

My hand rests near his shaft, and I turn it in a way so I can cup him over his zipper.

“Not yet, baby,” he warns me, using his hand to remove mine. He slips up to his elbow, perching above me so he can slip his hand further down my middle, disappearing into the loosened dress material near my waist and dipping into my panties. “I bet you’re already wet.”

He’s teasing me, but when his fingers curl over my mound and press against sensitive flesh, he gets his answer. My back arches again, my head tipping back with the slightest brush of his fingertips across the tight hood. The soft touch reminds me of the night he kissed me, or rather when he didn’t kiss me, but it was still the best meeting of lips.

Tears prickle at my eyes. I can’t handle a swipe. I don’t want a skim. He needs to touch me, and as I return my back to the mattress and prepare to tell him to do so, we hear his name.

“Leon?”

Shit.

“Shit.” Leon jumps from the bed, rubbing his hand at the length bulging in his jeans. He scoops up his jacket and boots from my floor and heads to my door. Holding still a second, he listens. Then he opens the door, slips around it, and looks up. With a wink and a smile, he shuts the barrier, and I curl into myself, tugging the material of the blanket up over my middle. I squirm as my legs wrestle and rub against one another.

He was so close. I was so close, and my body hums with need. It’s never felt like this. Not with Trent. Not with anyone. My skin is on fire. My sex enflamed. I need . . . more.

I decide a shower is my only hope. I need to trigger this release. My body vibrates as I walk to the bathroom. Even walking is turning me on. I can’t hear Leon speaking to his sister down below. I hear nothing but the thumping of my heart in my ears and feel the matching pulse against my sex.

With the shower on, I’m undressed in a minute, and I step into the tub, tugging the curtain around me. I stand back, letting the water rush over my hair, and caress my body. My hands swipe over my face, wiping away loose drops and then coast down my body, covering one breast at a time, until eventually, my fingers swipe over the sensitive hood, as tender and gentle as Leon did. It won’t be enough. Placing two fingers together, I rotate the tips of them over my clit. Adding pressure, I close my eyes, and then . . .

I hear the bathroom door open.

Yanking my hand away from my aching core, I almost cry out. Instead, I peek around the curtain. Surely whoever opened the door knows someone is in here. The shower is loud. You can hear it from anywhere upstairs when it’s on. I’m ready to bark out my need for privacy when I find Leon on the other side of the drape.

His shirt is off. His eyes meet mine, and he presses a finger to his lips.

Oh God. Oh God, is he coming in here? We’ll be completely naked, just the two of us, and I’ve never done this. Trent and I never showered together. Ever.

I tug the curtain back into place and step back, forcing myself under the spray once again until a tan hand moves the vinyl covering and steps into the tub. He’s taller than me by several inches, and I keep my eyes on his face instead of looking at the hardened inches lower on his body. Stepping forward, he cups my face.

“We need to be very quiet,” he says to me, and I nod with his hands on my jaw. He drags his nose along mine, and then his mouth covers my lips. It’s tender and sweet at first. A suck at the bottom curve, then a lick across the top, only my tongue chases his, and the second they touch, we explode. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I grip his biceps, drawing myself against him. One hand releases my face and rushes down my body, fingers searching as he lowers and lowers until they return to where he was in my bed. My breath hitches, and he catches the sound, swallowing it with his kiss.

With his fingers at my core but not inside me, he spins us, so he stands under the spray a second, the water teeming down his body. He releases my mouth, then looks down at his fingers playing with the curls and teasing the tender nub.

“This okay, baby?” It seems eons too late to ask, but I’d never tell him no. Not like this. Not yet.

My mouth seeks his in answer, and his middle finger slips inward.

“Oh God,” I cry out against his lips, but he clamps them down, drawing the words into him as his tongue leaps against mine. His finger moves in and out of me, and my legs tremble.

“Hold onto me,” he mutters against my mouth, and my hand reaches out to grip him. I’m not hesitant. My palm finds him hard and stiff and longer than anything I’ve ever experienced. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke. He chuckles into my mouth.

“Not what I meant, but now that you’re holding me, don’t stop.”

“Oh,” I quietly gasp as he rocks his hips and pulls me closer. His hand cups the back of my head while his fingers give me their delicious attention on a long-neglected part of my body. With him in my palm and his fingers in me, we stand as close as we can, hips moving in tandem. If only we matched heights, he’d be inside me, and the thought sends a ripple of excitement through me. I squeeze him harder, tug at him faster.

“Baby.” He breaks from my mouth. “Lift your leg.”

I follow his command, placing my foot on the edge of the tub, but he brings it to his hip, cupping my backside in his hand. I’m opened in a new way, and he bends his knees. I still fist him. He still fingers me, but he’s close enough I drag him near my lower belly. His hips move like he’s dancing, and I watch our fingers reaching, grabbing, pleasing.

“Leon,” I whisper, and his mouth covers mine for another deep kiss. Keeping his lips against mine, he mutters, “Let me feel it.”

And I break. I squeeze and hold him while the orgasm races through me, rippling up my thighs and spreading downward from my belly. My legs stiffen, and I rise up on my toes while my forehead falls to his chest. I clench him in my fist while I grip his fingers inside me, never wanting this feeling to end. I’m torn apart and pulled back together, and then my legs give out. He clutches at my raised leg, steadying me in place against him another second.

He slows his attention to my channel, and I lower my trembling leg. With his other hand, he covers my fingers wrapped over him, curling around his thickness, and collectively, we work at him, jerking faster, gripping harder until he stills. His mouth crushes mine, forcing me to swallow his straining moans as he releases.