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But Leo didn’t get off the bed; he came to lie down beside her. Tugging gently on her arms, he gathered her against his chest and held her, one hand softly stroking her hair. Tension drained from her muscles, and after a few moments, Amelia gathered the courage to open her eyes.
Leo was watching her, his brows drawn. “I’m going to kill him, you know.”
It was so unexpected that a laugh just fell out of her lips. “What?”
“That asshole who actually convinced you that your body was disgusting? I’ll find him and kill him.”
A whole new wave of shame crashed over her. “I feel so stupid,” she said, dropping her eyes to his chin. She couldn’t meet his gaze. “It’s been so long. Six years. I should be over it. I just…” She took a deep breath. “Look, I understand that I ruined the moment. I’m sorry. At least now you know why I agreed to this arrangement in the first place. I’m a mess.”
“You didn’t ruin the moment.”
She snorted. “Um, I’m pretty sure I did?”
He took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles. He placed her palm on his cheek, then ran his fingers down her arm, over her ribs, and down to her hip. “I’d like to touch you,” Leo admitted. “Can I do that?”
The thought of making more of those embarrassing noises made her chest feel hot, but Leo’s expression was so sincere. If she couldn’t do this with him now, when would she be able to? They lived in a little bubble at this retreat, away from the real world.
And, though she didn’t want to admit why, Amelia wanted to share this moment withhim.
Unable to speak, she nodded. Instead of moving between her legs, his hand moved up to coast over her ribs, then to the back of her dress. He tugged her zipper down and helped her wriggle out of the garment. Then he pulled his own shirt off and shucked his pants off, giving her a clear view of his boxer-briefs—and the outline of his hard cock.
The sight of it shocked Amelia. He was still hard. He still wanted her. She let out a long, trembling exhale. He had his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, but after a pause, left them on. Then he came to lie down beside her, his hands stroking over her naked body.
Kisses peppered her shoulder, her jaw, her lips. With every sweep of his warm, calloused palm over her skin, a bit of stress melted out of Amelia’s body. His kisses were like a calming drug, slowly untangling the thoughts and worries that had gripped her mind.
Spending time shaping her breasts and tracing her nipples, Leo watched the movement of his hand over her body, occasionally letting out short, deep noises. “I love your body,” he told her quietly.
“My boobs are on the smallish side, though.”
He cupped her right breast. “A perfect handful.”
A smile teased at Amelia’s lips, which turned into a gasp when he pinched her nipple. Leo let out a low rumble and did it again. He kissed her, his tongue soft against hers, his arm curling around her head so they were pressed against each other, facing each other as they lay on their sides.
When her body was languid, melting into the mattress beside Leo, he let his hands slip lower and pushed her thighs wide. But still he didn’t touch her center. He swept his palms up one thigh and down the other. He traced her hipbones down to the crease of her thighs, every touch feathery-light, teasing, until Amelia thought she’d lose her mind.
“I’d like to taste you,” Leo said, low and quiet.
She stiffened. “No. I’m not—”
His hand slid up to her waist, soothing. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” He kissed her temple. “Can I touch you?”
She nodded, heart thundering. This felt different than what they’d done on the couch in front of the mirror, or the frantic orgasm he’d given her earlier. Amelia was exposed now, and not just because she was naked. There was an intimacy to their touches, a depth to their connection that didn’t exist before.
Leo’s hand continued its soft torture, over her thighs, brushing her mound, teasing her hips until Amelia’s knees fell apart and she let out a low, keening noise. Then, with the barest tips of his fingers, he ran his hand down her slit. Amelia gasped, that soft touch rocking through her body until her hips bucked off the bed, chasing Leo’s touch.
His exhale was ragged as he touched her again, a little bit harder. His fingers slipped against her wet flesh as he groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, his body hard and trembling like he was holding himself back with every ounce of control.
Lips brushing her shoulder, he touched and teased between Amelia’s legs until her thighs trembled. He slid his fingers inside her again and they both groaned in unison. He added a second, then a third. Amelia’s hips bucked off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as her breaths came short and sharp.
“Leo,” she complained.
“Yes, love?”
“I want you.”
