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“Fuck, Tia,” he breathes, sending a heady dose of adrenaline flooding through my body. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
I smile against his lips, kissing him sweetly before shaking my head. “I thought I’d give you a little surprise as well,” I tease, nipping his lower lip playfully.
Leo exhales heavily, pulling back to meet my eyes, and in his hazel gaze, I see an inferno raging. “How are you so fucking perfect?” he demands.
Then his lips are crushing mine, consuming me in a ravenous kiss.
I tremble with the sudden onslaught of pleasure, and Leo’s fingers dip between my folds, stroking the sensitive, silky flesh. I gasp, the heat in my belly roaring to life at his touch. Feeling daring, I lift the curving hem of my dress, freeing my legs.
And I turn to sling one over his, straddling Leo as I settle onto his lap.
“Your ankle,” he objects, his hands gripping my hips as if to take my weight.
“I’m fine, Leo,” I promise, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I twine my fingers in his hair.
Conceding to the moment, he wraps his arms around me, his hands splaying to feel my curves as he pulls me close. And he kisses me with such passion that it makes my toes curl.
Breathless, I lean back to catch my breath, my hands falling on his shoulders as I look deep into his eyes. “I want you,” I murmur. “I want you so badly it hurts.”
“I’m yours,” he rasps, his voice hoarse with some unspoken emotion. “Wherever, however, whenever you what. I’m crazy for you, Tia.”
The words blast through me like dynamite, shattering the world around me, the ground that felt so stable beneath my feet. I don’t know what to say. Those words were what I’d hoped he would say to me the last time I found myself in the passenger seat of Leo’s signature yellow car.
Instead, he tossed me to the curb, depositing me at my father’s feet, ruined and brokenhearted.
How can I trust him now?
But I want to. Every bone in my body aches to believe Leo. And despite my better sense, I fall into the moment, allowing myself to believe the pretty picture he’s painted—at least for tonight.
I capture his lips once again, kissing him deeply as my hands run down his firm pecs to find the buttons of his dress shirt. I undo them one by one, exposing the soft, dark hair that peppers his chest.
Throwing the panels wide open, I run my hands down his muscular body, relishing the feel of his stone-carved chest; the rippling movement of his well-defined abs as they tense beneath my fingertips.
Leo exhales audibly, the sound telling me he likes the way I touch him. And when my fingers land on his belt, he squeezes my hips in silent encouragement. I’ve never done something so bold and daring.
To initiate sex out in the open, where anyone could stumble upon us. It awakes in me that same anxiety as when Leo carried me onto our patio the night of our wedding. And at the same time, a heady exhilaration overwhelms me.
This time, I’m in command. He’s letting me choose how far I want to take this.
And in the quiet parking lot, with only Leo and me in sight, I can’t deny I want to try it.
I’ve never had the wild, reckless rites of passage described so prettily in books. My one attempt went so completely sideways that I was certain I would never do anything so stupid ever again.
But when I’m with Leo, I can’t seem to help myself. He makes me feel alive.
Fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, I wet my suddenly dry lips. My breaths come shallow and fast now, my heart pounding a mile a minute. And when I finally release the button of his slacks and lower the zipper, I feel as though my heart might burst.
With a cool calm that only accentuates my nerves, Leo lifts his hips slightly to push his pants down. My core tightens as his thick cock springs free, standing to attention before me. A bead of precum graces the tip, making my stomach quiver.
As he settles back onto the seat, his hands finding my hips once again, I grasp his impressive erection and brush the pad of my thumb across his silken head, spreading the slick moisture.
Leo groans, his fingers pressing into my flesh, and when I look up, his jaw is clenched, the tendons flexing beneath his skin. I bite my lip, suddenly unsure of what to do next. I want him inside of me, but I don’t exactly know how to take control. To be on top.
In theory, I get the concept, but now that I’m faced with the task, I feel my confidence slipping away.
“I…” I hesitate, worried I’m going to ruin the moment.
“Would you rather not?” he asks, his voice strained yet somehow boundlessly patient.
