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It’s going to really hurt when you find out he’s the playboy you expect him to be.
“Shhh,” I murmured tiredly.
“Huh? You crashing on me?” His thumb moved a little faster, slicking between my entrance he hadn’t breached yet and my clit.
I moaned, writhing at the dual pleasure. “Inside me, please,” I begged, not caring if I wasn’t coherent.
“Patience, kitten.” Leon’s lips parted as he watched himself touch me, taking in the way my hips rose each time he flicked over the tender bud. “You gonna be able to come like this or can I tease you some more?”
“I don’t know,” I managed, fisting my hands into his sheets. “I want you in me.”
“Next time, Wrenlee,” he murmured, pressing his mouth sweetly to mine. His tongue swept across my lips as I arched beneath him, letting out the first cry. Pleasure rippled over me, an easier wave to ride this time than the way he crashed into me before.
“Please–” I whispered, gripping his forearm and digging my nails in. Bliss shattered me, and that was all I remembered doing as my world whited out and his name fell from my lips.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Leon murmured sometime later, his body braced on one arm as he hovered over me. “Do that for me every night and I’ll be begging you to wear my last name, kitten.”
I moaned softly, my body still pulsing uncontrollably. “I thought you liked mornings,” I whispered.
“I want whatever the hell you do as long as you do that for me again. Always,” he rasped.
His kiss was deep, punishingly hard as he twisted his fists through my hair and kissed me until my body ached for him again. But I was too tired to give him what he needed and bless this man, he didn’t push.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, rolling into the space he created, curving his body around mine.
“What for?” Leon brushed hair from my cheek, tipping my head back to kiss me long and deep again.
“Because I can’t– you know.”
“I think we’ve wrung all the you-know out of you for now, kitten. Anything else can wait.”
I frowned at his chest, eyeing a drop of sweat that clung between the hard planes of muscle. Pressing my lips to his skin, I flicked my tongue out to taste his saltiness, then rested my cheek there. “Why aren’t you what I expected you to be?”
He cupped my head and held me to him. I couldn’t wiggle free if I wanted to, but right then, I wanted the same thing he did, apparently.
“Like a player with a line of girls at the door. Kicking me out so you can get some sleep.” I yawned on point.
Leon drew back, studying my face. “I’ve gone through my share of girls, kitten,” he acknowledged. “But not the way you think. Not every day, or every win. Don’t you dare move,” he warned when I wriggled under his intense scrutiny. “I’m not that man and if he cheated on you, I’ll kick his ass.”
“Who?” I asked, my mouth drying.
“The basketball ahole who left you with all these fears.” His mouth found mine again, kissing me until I could barely form a coherent thought. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
I pressed into his chest. “I don’t– I hate talking about it,” I whispered, my heart slamming into my chest cavity at the too raw memories.
Brett, sitting on a sofa in a frat house somewhere, one hand behind his head, the other wrapped in a bottle blonde’s hair as he worked her head over his crotch. Coming while he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. Tossing her aside while another pawed him and he gestured for me to go to him, like I could forget what I just saw.
How many others?
He never answered me, just gave me a smirk that filled me with dread, and suddenly I didn’t want to know that answer at all.
I ran, and he left. I hadn’t spoken to him since.
“That bad, huh?” Leon’s voice held a merciful dollop of understanding.
I nodded into his chest, and sighed when he crushed me there in strong arms I desperately wanted to trust.
You met him yesterday.
