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“Kai thinks you feel the same way he does.”
“I don’t!” I go to touch him, but his austere gaze is as effective as a stop sign. “Other than the kiss that I quickly ended, I haven’t given him any reason to think I have romantic feelings for him. If he believes that, then he’s mistaken my friendliness for something else, and I will clear it up.”
“This is a fucking mess.” His chest heaves up and down. “I assumed you and Kai never spoke again. I assumed he would have been too embarrassed to call you. Instead, you went out with him and never said a word. Even after you spent the night with me. Didn’t you think I’d find out?”
“I wasn’t hiding it.” I reach for his arm again but he pulls away. I let my hand fall to my side. “I’m sorry, Leo. I should have told you. I honestly didn’t think Kai was developing real feelings for me. I would never play two brothers against each other. Please tell me you don’t think I’m capable of that.”
His eyes shift to the floor then back up to me. “No, I don’t think you would intentionally do that. But the result is still the same.”
“The same as what?”
“I’m not an asshole. Kai and I have unresolved issues. But he’s still my brother. How am I supposed to keep seeing a woman that he claims he’s in love with?”
My hand goes to my chest, rubbing the sudden ache. “Then why didn’t you just call off tonight? Why let me come here?”
“Because Kai exaggerates, he lies. You know that first-hand. I really thought you were going to tell me that there had been no kiss, no anything. I wanted it to be a lie, Jazz.”
“It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth, either. Listen to me, Leo.” I reach up to cup his face and look into his eyes. He doesn’t pull away this time. He stands there rigidly, like a boulder. But he’s not emotionless.
“I know you don’t want to hurt Kai and I don’t want to either. But regardless of how he says he feels about me, I’m never going to feel anything for him beyond friendship. Not like the way I feel about you. You’re the only one I want, Leo. You. Just you.”
“Fuck,” he curses, and imprisoning me in his arms, his mouth takes mine in hard, desperate kisses.
My heart swells with relief. We hardly know each other, and yet I feel him in my very soul. This man who’s had this push and pull effect on me from the start. Who I disliked and wanted at the same time, who I found equally irritating and arousing. Who doesn’t seem to eat carbs, like colour, or believe in the joy of exercise. Who’s regimented and uptight, but is also tender, kind-hearted, and decadently passionate. Leo just touches off something deep inside me, satisfying my cravings and my most intimate desires.
“Say it again.” He presses me up against the wall. His powerful body, hard against mine. His lips coursing down my neck, his tongue tripping my pulse, his mouth sucking possessively on my flesh. “Say it!”
“It’s only been you.”
His hands roam over me through my clothes, cupping my breasts, kissing them. Then dropping to his knees, his hands delve beneath my skirt, and pull my panties down to my ankles. Before I can even step out of them, he licks my cleft, his tongue separating my folds to slide over my raw, tender clit.
Moaning, my head thumps against the wall, the blood in my veins pumping with heated pleasure from the point where his tongue is stealing my sanity. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, opening me wider for his hungry mouth. I grip his hair, feeling his beard chafe my inner thighs while his wicked tongue takes over. His hands cup my bare ass with a hot, firm hold that brands my flesh. He rims my entrance, before pushing his tongue into me, marking it and drinking from my womb.
I lick my lips so crazily turned on that every inch of my body tingles and burns. His finger presses against my taint, no penetration, just a teasing pressure that awakens all those nerve-endings. There’s a worshipping to his greed, a combination of reverence and lust. That, more than anything, has my body trembling on the cusp of coming. It only takes his tongue bearing down on my clit for the orgasm to jolt through me, fast and furiously, running through my limbs and pumping loud in my heart.
He brushes his lips against the inside of my thighs, and stands, combing the curls off my cheeks, kissing my mouth with the same singular devotion I had felt between my legs.
CHAPTER 16
Jazz
WE KISS FOR WHAT FEELS like an eternity, making our way to his bedroom, our lips only parting to get our tops over our heads. I open the snap of his jeans, and carefully lower the zipper over his bulge. I hadn’t even come down from his succulent assault, but like a junkie, my pussy is throbbing and begging for more.
I reach inside his underwear, salivating at the masterpiece, and pull out his big, beautiful cock. It falls heavily into my hand. I stroke him from root to tip, and he groans into my mouth.
I break the kiss, looking down at the glistening tip, and circle it with my thumb. His breaths quicken and he unbuckles the side fastener of my skirt. When it falls away, he traces the contours of my body with his fingertips, following the movement with his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Every inch of you.”
I bask in his adoration, and relish the beauty of him too. He puts his hands over mine, getting off his jeans and underwear, as if he’s helping me unwrap my own present. I love being up close and personal with him, fully naked. Skin to skin. Hardness to softness.
“No toys this time.” He lowers to the edge of the bed, bringing me down with him to straddle his lap. “Just you and me.”
“Yes.” I nod, feeling his heat and thick erection beneath me.
Face to face, he looks at me with dark grey, turbulent eyes, then shakes his head as if to clear it. He kisses me passionately, wrapping his arms around my waist. I slide my palms over his shoulders, up to the back of his neck, and into his hair, all the while rubbing against him. He hisses a breath, and grips my ass, canting me in place. “Not yet, Sweet Pea. Your pussy is my weakness, and I want to last for you.”
I’d already gotten mine, but Leo was still thinking about my pleasure. Turning me on to the breaking point was like an aphrodisiac for him, and it was the same for me. Making him lose control was its own erotic provocation.
