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His fingers dove into her again, the heel of his palm pressing against her clit. He ground down on her as she moaned, and when their eyes met, his gaze was dark. “What do you want?”
Amelia wasn’t very good at dirty talk. She’d always been too self-conscious to ask for what she wanted in bed. She’d never felt comfortable enough to do anything but try to keep her whirling thoughts at bay. But now, with Leo, it was different. She ached for him, needed him, knew that he was right there with her. She felt safe.
“I want your cock, Leo,” she whispered. “Want you inside me.”
To punctuate her words, she finally gathered the courage to reach for him. Gripping him through his underwear, she squeezed his shaft as if there had been any doubt of what cock she’d been talking about.
Leo closed his eyes and gasped, then leaped off the bed and shucked his boxer-briefs off in less than a heartbeat. Then he pawed at his pants and came back with a condom. Watching him roll it on his shaft was erotic enough to make Amelia bite her lip.
Her heart thundered. Maybe it had been naive to think this wasn’t going to happen. Hadn’t she wanted to regain her confidence in bed with his help? Hadn’t his skills in seduction been the whole point?
Somehow, Amelia had never pictured it happening like this. She hadn’t thought his gaze would be so intent. She hadn’t imagined his hands would be so reverent as they coasted over her waist, her ribs, her breasts. She hadn’t imagined Leo would kiss her like this moment meant something to him as he notched himself between her spread thighs.
“You sure?” he grated, the muscles of his neck stark.
“Yes,” Amelia answered, and she smiled because it was the truth.
He kissed her once, softly, then reached between them to position himself—and entered her.
NINETEEN
She felt betterthan Leo could have imagined. For an instant, as he pushed inside her, pure, blind panic overtook him. He knew this was different. He knew this would change him. He knew he could no longer lie to himself.
“Amelia, I—”
He stopped himself with a groan. He couldn’t tell her how he felt. Not like this. Not when she’d essentially hired him, and he hadn’t had the self-control to stop himself from touching her. Not when she deserved so much better than him.
She moaned, tilting her hips. Her sweet body was heaven beneath his. He cupped her breast, sliding his cock out and back in with a long, punishing stroke. His reward was another moan and a flush on Amelia’s cheeks. She watched him with her pale gray eyes, looking utterly dazed.
“It feels so good,” she whispered. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”
Curving his body over hers, he kissed her long and hard as he fought to maintain control. He wanted to come already, just from feeling the warmth and wetness of her. She was perfect—perfect for him.
This woman would be his undoing, this beautiful fairy who’d trapped him with a scowl.
Her nails dug into his ass as she urged him deeper, drawing a ragged gasp from his throat. He braced himself on his arms to get extra purchase, driving his hips into the woman he loved. Her breasts jiggled, her eyes glazed over, and Leo was done for.
There was no coming back from this.
When she reached up and touched his cheek, he caught her hand—her left hand—and pressed a kiss to her palm. She wore his ring, hadn’t taken it off. Right now, as their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways, that ring felt anything but fake. He wanted her to wear it forever. Wanted her to be his in truth.
Emotions tore at the very fabric of him. Sex had never been like this. Never so intense, never so fucking good. Trying to wrestle control back over his raging heart, Leo grabbed Amelia’s legs and held them up over his shoulders. He drove his cock deep into her like he could thrust his way to making her understand what she meant to him.
“Leo,” Amelia gasped. “Leo, Leo.”
“I’m here,” he replied, voice a bare rasp. He gripped her ankles, held them wide, nearly lost his mind. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripped down his spine. He was gone. He was done. He was never coming back from this.
Stacking her legs to the side, he changed the angle until she moaned loud and long. Maybe if he showed her all his tricks, she wouldn’t want to leave. Maybe if he made this good for her, she’d understand—
“Oh my God,” she gasped, gripping the blankets. “Oh my God, Leo. You’re so deep. You—” A ragged inhale. A whimpering exhale.
He turned her onto her stomach and thrust into her, then lifted her torso until her back was plastered to his front. “Grab my neck,” he said, lifting her arms so they were curved behind her head, clinging to his nape. She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled, like she didn’t even know what she was doing. He bit her shoulder, losing his mind. Her breasts were lifted, nipples taut. He played with them until she keened and chanted his name, then let his hand slide down to rub her sweet, swollen clit. He dropped his fingers lower to feel himself entering her, unable to process the sheer bliss of the sensation.
Amelia—his Amelia, his woman, his love—wrenched his hand back up and pressed it against her bud. A feral smile curled his lips; he liked when she demanded her pleasure from him like it was her due. When she came, he felt like a superhero. She gripped his cock with tight inner muscles, and he gasped, wanting to make it good for her but quickly losing his grip—
He roared, the sound muffled by her skin. He bit her shoulder, holding so tight, so tight. She collapsed onto her hands, and he fell right there with her, his body draped over hers. After three or four ragged breaths, he pulled away from her and disposed of the condom. When he came back to the bedroom on shaking legs, she was on her side, limbs splayed, eyes half-closed.
“Leo,” she mumbled. “What…”
