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He waited for a second, hoping perhaps she’d come out. Keeping his hands off her was going to be hard enough without having a bed just a few feet away. He was only human after all.
When she didn’t emerge, he headed down the hallway. She and Darcy each had their own rooms on this floor, while Finn and Colm had bedrooms one more floor up.
Her door was open, and she was lying on her back on her bed, reading a book. He knocked on the door, leaning against the frame.
Her eyes widened and she sat up. “Oh! Leo. I’m sorry. You sounded just like Colm. What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Is that so?” She was obviously delighted that he’d caved.
“I needed to see you.”
She tilted her head playfully and held her hands up. “Well, here I am, friend.”
And just like that, she’d thrown down the gauntlet.
Leo shut the door and walked to her bed, pressing her to her back and following her down, caging her beneath him.
“I need you,” he whispered before lowering his head to kiss her.
Yvonne offered no resistance as he claimed her lips and her mouth, deeply, thoroughly. It had been too long since he’d kissed a woman, and try as he may, he couldn’t recall ever getting so turned on by the mere touching of lips.
He forced himself to break away, just for a moment. He hadn’t intended to come in here and jump on her like a thief in a dark alley.
“Yvonne—” he started.
“No,” she interjected. “We don’t have to talk about this. I know what you want, and you know what I want. It’s the same damn thing.”
Leo didn’t bother to correct her because she wasn’t wrong. Instead, he kissed her again.
Yvonne’s hands ran along his chest, then she reached beneath his T-shirt, her fingers gliding over his bare skin.
He wanted to draw this out, make it last, but he’d never succeed. It had been too long and she tasted too sweet. He reached back and grasped his T-shirt, tugging it over his head with one quick pull.
Yvonne wasted no time exploring his newly exposed parts, lifting her head to run her tongue over his nipples, her hands gripping his upper arms. She was as hungry as he was, neither of them managing to show any restraint.
He pulled away, kneeling next to her. “Sit up, Vonnie.”
She did so, and he pulled her T-shirt off as well, grinning when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Yvonne rolled her eyes at his delight. “It’s the first thing that goes as soon as I get home.”
“Not going to hear any complaints from me.” Leo ran his fingers through the valley between her breasts, then cupped one. Her nipples were tight and hard and begging for his mouth.
He bent his head, sucking one in for just a second before his phone pinged.
“Shit.” He reached into his back jeans pocket, intent on turning the thing off and setting it on her nightstand.
One glance at the screen showed a text from Vince—Leo was still kicking his own ass for giving in to the boy’s request for a cell phone. He would have ignored the text, but the message was brief. And alarming.
I’m bleeding.
Leo twisted to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Yvonne. I have to…”
She sat up and read the screen over his shoulder. “You better call him.”
Leo dialed his son’s number. “Vince? What’s happening? What do you mean, you’re bleeding?”
