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Leo
Hot.
That's all I hear.
Maybe because I was thinking the same thing about her. The first time I saw her and again when I walked in this room. Her long waves were skimming the top of her barely covered ass, a curtain of golden locks hiding the skin I wanted to run my fingers across. I couldn't help but stare, the entire time wishing she'd pull her hair over her shoulder so I could see her back.
I've dreamt of her bare back a few times over the last month. The feel of her smooth skin beneath my fingertips. The way she arched into my touch instead of walking away.
The next morning, waking up with a raging boner. One you can't take care of right away because living in the dorms allows no privacy for such things. The showers on the other hand... I've painted the walls with my release. Every time, thinking about her.
Even though it's been forbidden.
I understand why she pushed me away, now. Why she wouldn't look at me when she said we needed to part ways.
She was trying to save me from what came next.
The bathroom.
I'm not even sure if she knows he cornered me. Threatened me. The funny thing is, I actually like her brother. Not so much that night, but now I do. Max is a cool guy. Most of the time. When everyone is following his lead. Which isn't that hard. He doesn't make it all about him. The best interest of the fraternity always comes first.
"Hot, huh?" I tease her with my words as my lips graze the curve of her neck.
Am I playing with fire?
Absolutely.
Do I care if I get burned?
I should, but I don't. Not right now. Not after thinking about this moment for so long. Praying I'd run into her on campus, or at the frat house. Practicing what I'd say to Max if given the chance.
It goes a little something like this...
Max, I respect you, and I understand why you don't want anyone to date your sister, but I can't help myself. She's gorgeous, and I promise not to hurt her if you promise not to hurt me.
Yeah, it needs work.
It almost feels like I'm putting the idea of hurting me in his head. Not that he needs help with that. I'm sure he's thought of a dozen different ways to kill me just in case I touch her.
The way I'm doing right now.
With my lips.
My words.
"You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. And I want nothing more than to see all of you, but I also don't have a death wish," I say, pulling aside the collar of her shirt and pressing my lips to her clavicle, then her neck, and finally the curve of her jaw.
She purrs the closer I get to where she wants my kiss most. Her lips.
But I can't kiss her on the lips.
I'd never want to stop. And I was being honest with her. I don't have a death wish.
Which means I need to stop torturing both of us.
Pushing off the bed, I right myself, crack my neck, and stare down at the woman that I want more than anything, but can't have. Her chest is heaving, eyelids heavy, her stare full of lust. A thousand images flash through my mind, and every single one of them involves her naked.
Be strong, Leo.
