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Curling his body around hers, he ran a hand down her side and over her hip. Her beautiful, soft body. He’d never tire of it. He pressed a kiss to her nape.
“What just happened?” she asked, voice dreamy.
He chuckled, curling his arm around her. “That good, huh?”
“Your ego will be totally unmanageable after this,” she said in a slightly slurred voice. “But, wow. I didn’t know it could be like that.”
Neither did I, he thought.
They slept wrapped around each other, waking up an hour later in a daze. Amelia stumbled to the bathroom and he heard her electric toothbrush whirring, then she came back and collapsed in bed. When he took his turn in the bathroom, a part of him wondered if he’d be relegated to the couch when he came out.
But Amelia smiled at him and spread her arms, and he climbed under the blankets beside her. For tonight, at least, he’d be next to her.
Amelia woke at dawn,her face mashed into the pillow. Leo’s leg was a heavy weight across the backs of her thighs, his arm slung across her shoulder blades. She turned her head. His face was softened by sleep, his eyelashes dark against his cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d actually had sex with a man who looked like that.
It terrified her. Emotion filled her chest until it crowded out her lungs. She could barely breathe.
Somehow, in a week, she’d fallen for this man. As she shifted, the rising sun glinted on her ring—but it wasn’t her ring, was it? It was rented from a jeweler. She’d give it back to Leo in a little more than twenty-four hours. She curled her fingers and stared at the rock and its Art Deco band, dreaming of a world where she and Leo were in the same league.
She’d been stupid to agree to this, because now her heart was involved. She should have seen this coming.
“Morning.” Leo’s voice was rough with sleep, his eyes half-closed. With his arm still across her back, he pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. “I love the smell of your skin.”
Maybe she could enjoy this for a little bit longer, Amelia reasoned. Maybe she could block out the outside world, forget about her spreadsheet, and pretend Leo’s feelings were as tangled as her own.
“Morning,” she said, trailing her hand over his chest. She liked the scent of him too, and the way it felt to wake up next to him in a big king bed.
His hands roamed over her body, and she liked that even more. Spreading her thighs for him, she let out a little whimper while her own hand went on an expedition south. Leo groaned when she curled her fingers around his shaft.
“I love it when you touch me,” he told her, lips near her ear. “Your touch is so sweet, Amelia.”
He wrapped a big hand around hers, guiding her to jerk him off a bit harder. Her heart stumbled. It had been so long since she’d shared a bed with a man, and it had never felt like this. She’d never felt so safe, like whatever she did, Leo would be right there alongside her.
Her eyes followed the movement of their joined hands, her head resting on his chest. Leo’s other hand stroked her hair, the softness of his touch a complete contrast to the strong grip he kept on his shaft.
“You like watching?” he rasped. “You like seeing the two of us jerk me off?”
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against his chest hair. The hand he’d been using to stroke her hair smoothed down her spine and began plumping her ass. He let his fingers tease the cleft of her ass as they watched the movement of their hands on his cock.
“You make me so hard, Amelia,” he told her, then pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Just knowing you’re watching this is making me want to explode.”
A fine tremor passed through her body. She rubbed her thighs together, and Leo let out a low grunt. He let go of his cock and rolled her onto her back, pushing her legs apart. Then his hand was there where she needed it, teasing, circling, penetrating. She arched off the bed, panting. “Leo.”
“Come on my hand, Amelia,” he commanded. “I want to watch you.”
“I’m trying,” she panted, which drew a laugh from him.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, her neck. “Yesterday was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done,” he said, and Amelia knew he was just giving her lip service. A man with Leo’s experience probably had a mental catalog of fantasies he’d watched come true.
But it was still a nice thought, to imagine that Amelia could make him unravel. That she had the power to undo him, as he had that same power over her.
He kissed her earlobe, breath ghosting over her throat. “I want you to grind that pussy on my hand the way you ground down on my cock yesterday. You made my jeans wet,” he told her. “Did you know that? You soaked through your underwear and left a pretty little dark spot on my pants, and don’t you dare apologize for it.”
She gusted out her best approximation of a laugh, her hips bucking as he wound her tighter and tighter with nothing more than his hand and a few dirty words.
“I’m going to jerk off to that memory for the rest of my life.”
“You are?” Amelia’s eyes flew wide, and she realized that Leo had shifted so he could fist himself with one hand while he blew her mind with the other.
