Page 84 of Read With Your Heart

“You did walk away,” I gently remind him.

“I did. I’m a quick study. I reflect on my mistakes. And I’m back.” He holds my eyes. “I’m back for your kind of trouble.”

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, tender and soft the way he used to take mine at first. His tongue comes quick, but I have other plans. I suck at the thick muscle and then draw back. Leon looks at me with hesitant silver eyes when I lean over him and push against his shoulder.

“Roll to your stomach,” I command.

“Pretty lady,” he warns, but I keep my hand on him, pressing until he’s on his belly. Then my fingers trace the large tattoo over his back. A snake curls up his spine and over his broad shoulder blades. The brand covers the inky black, marring and distorting the image, and my fingers coast over it. It’s a mark of some sort—not a crest, not a letter, but a symbol—and I want to ask, but then again, I don’t.

“It’s a crown,” he mutters into the pillow. I trace up each point, and Leon adds, “Five points represent the philosophy of love, respect, sacrifice, honor, and obedience.” His past is something I’ll never understand, but I’m reminded it’s also his past. It has shaped who he is but does not need to define who he will be.

I lower and place a kiss to his skin. His shoulder blades flex, and I set my palm against one while I continue to press kisses to the rest of him. The tattoo. The brand. His bare back. When I’ve covered each inch, stopping near the dip of his spine into his waistband, I press at his side, so he’ll shift to his back again.

“Tricia?” he questions, but we are no longer talking. The only thing I have to say will come from my mouth—but not with words. I tug at the waistband of his sweats, lowering them enough so he springs free. He’s glorious, all long and thick with a deep vein running up the shaft. My fingers curl around him, and I lower once more. My mouth opens, and his hand covers the back of my head. His voice warns, but too quickly, I swallow him, sucking hard at his length and circling the tip. I draw him deeper, wanting to give him everything, wanting him to forget his past and focus on his future. I want his future to be me.

“Baby,” he hisses as I work him with my mouth, dragging him to the back of my throat and then sucking at his tip. I repeat this, realizing I’ve never enjoyed this experience as much as I do with him because I want to give him pleasure.

“Tricia, dammit,” he curses, and I suck more, taking him as best I can. One hand curls around my bicep like he’s ready to pull me off him, and the other cups the back of my head like he doesn’t want me to release him.

I won’t be letting him go.

His hips rock upward, and I choke on his length, but I don’t ease off until he spills, grunting my name with a bit of profanity around it. I swallow him back until he relaxes.

Releasing him with a final lick, I sit up, rather proud of myself. We’ve experienced each other’s mouths in this manner before, but this is my best yet.

“What’s my score?” I tease, and Leon chokes, lifting his head from the pillow while his chest heaves.

“A score?”

“Yeah, I want a grade on that.”

“You want me to grade you on sucking my dick?” He snorts.

“You can tell me. Be real with me,” I flirt.

“Fuck. Do A plus plusses exist?”

I shrug, but my lips curl into a pleased smile.

“Woman, you know I love a challenge.”

He sits up so fast I lean back, but he catches me and flips me to my back. He wastes no time removing my panties from under my sleep shirt.

“You okay with this?” he asks before proceeding, always bringing me to the edge and then asking permission.

“Please,” I whisper, and he flattens to his belly, hikes my legs over his shoulders and dips between my thighs. His mouth kisses me like he does before he takes me hard. A soft brush of his lips. A gentle lap of his tongue, and then he’s all in, and I’m writhing under his attention. I can’t scream because of Levi in the other room, so I bite my lip and clench at the sheets. While Leon’s mouth has been on me before, something is different about this time. He’s hungry and fierce. He’ll drain me of every drop before he finishes me. I come so quickly it’s almost embarrassing, but he doesn’t relent.

“Another,” he commands, and I choke as he knows I’ve only had multiple orgasms with him but never like this, not from his mouth twice.

He is not deterred. Like he said, he loves a challenge, and he likes my kind of trouble even more. He told me I’m worth it, and the thought pushes me over the edge again. Pinpricks dance across my skin, and I stretch like a satisfied cat as he laps at me, drawing out each ripple until I crash with a heavy moan. My heart races, and my legs tremble, but I’ve never felt so . . . loved.

“How was that, teacher?” he says, breaking into my thoughts.

“A B for the best ever.”

“A B?” he scoffs.

“Okay, B plus,” I tease, only the joke’s on me.