Like he just can’t get close enough to me.
The feeling is entirely mutual.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on, moving from a squat to my knees, and lean
into him. I swear someone turned the heat up in my apartment. I’m hot and bothered,
literally.
He moves his hand from my hair, down my back, and cups my ass in his hand.
He backs away, breathing hard, eyes shining with lust. “Are you seeing anyone?”
I shake my head no and lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls back, his face still
so serious.
“Fucking anyone?”
“Brandon moved.”
“Who’s Brandon?”
“Former fuck-buddy.” Why are we talking?
“How long?” He asks, eyes narrowed, watching me.
“A few months.” I take his face in my hands and frown up at him. “What’s this about?”
“I don’t want to move in on another guys territory, and I don’t share.”
Wow.
“I’m single.” I frown again. “But we aren’t…”
“Oh, I think we are,” he interrupts, his gaze challenging me. He grips my ass harder
and stands, easily pulling me to my feet. “I can’t let go of you,” he whispers.
“You have to let go of me,” I whisper back and try to pull away but he scowls and
tightens his arms. “Let go,” I repeat, stronger.
He sighs and lets go and steps back. His face is grim. His tall, lean body is in his
usual black t-shirt and running shorts but the shorts are tented just a bit. I bite
my lip and then offer him a small smile before pulling my tank and bra over my head
and toss them to the tile floor.
I hear his breath catch, but stay on task, peeling my yoga pants and panties off and
onto the floor with my shirt.
He’s frozen in place, his stormy eyes wide and his mouth agape, taking me in. His
hands are fisting in and out, like he wants to touch me but is trying to hold himself
back.
“Your belly is pierced,” he whispers almost to himself and I chuckle.
“Yeah.” I look down at the diamond hanging from my navel and grin. “It was my one
rebellion when I was in high school.
Aerosmith’s Cryin’
had just come out, and most girls just had to have their navels pierced.”
“It’s fucking hot.”
“Get naked.” I step toward him, but he puts his hand up, his eyes pinned to my own.
“Are you sure?”
“Leo, I don’t invite many men to my home. I certainly don’t invite many men to get
naked. I think I mean it.”
He searches my face for a moment longer and then instead of taking off his clothes
as directed, he rushes to me, picks me up and sits me on my sink and kisses me silly.
This man can seriously fucking kiss.
I catch his piercing in my teeth and pull gently, making him laugh.
“You like it rough, sunshine?” he asks me.
“Yeah, actually, I do.”
“Good, you’ll get it. You’ll get it soft too.” He traces my ear with his tongue, sending
shivers down my spine.
“Rough works for me.”
He bites my ear, hard, making me yelp, then soothes it with his tongue.
“I’ll take you hard, and soft, and every way in between.” He grips my face in his
hands and looks down at me, his nose touching mine. “I’m going to fuck the shit out
of you.”
Oh God, yes!
“And I’m going to make love to you until you’re shaking and don’t remember who you
are.”
His big hands glide up my arms and then cup my breasts gently, his thumbs tweak my
nipples, making them pucker even more than they were, and I didn’t think that was
possible.
He’s found a direct line to my pussy, and I squirm.
I push my hands under his shirt and find warm skin and smooth muscle.
“Want to see you,” I murmur and nibble his bottom lip, next to his piercing.
He steps back and reaches an arm over his head, grips his shirt at the shoulder blade
and pulls it over his head in that sexy way men do. He shucks off his running shorts,
toes off his shoes, and there he is.
Buck ass naked.
He steps back between my knees, resting his hard erection against me and kisses me
some more. I don’t think I’ve been kissed this much in my whole life.
I like it.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I look up to find him staring at my back in the
mirror and smile.
“So are you.”
“I’m a guy.”
“So?”
“I’m not beautiful.” He gives me a mock glare and then bends down to suck my nipple.
“Your art is,” I reply breathlessly and twine my fingers in his hair. “You know, I
have a bed.”
“Good idea.”
Before I can hop off the sink, he lifts me easily and carries me to the bed, pulls
the covers back and climbs onto the bed still cradling me to his front, my arms and
legs wrapped around him.
He lays me down and latches on to my nipple again, his hands roaming over my torso,
my arms…
everywhere.
Suddenly he flips me over.
“Good idea,” I mutter and try to lift my ass in the air, but he laughs and pushes
me back down.
“Not yet, sugar, I’m enjoying you.”
“Just do it. I’m ready.” I squirm under him, ready to feel him inside me, but he covers
me with that lean body of his, kisses my shoulder, and nibbles my ear.
“Relax.”
“Just fuck me, Leo.”
He lifts off of me and turns me onto my back again, his face serious. “No. I’m not
going to
just fuck you
.”
“Fine.” I try to roll away, but he holds onto me.
“I’m going to enjoy you, damn it.” He kisses me hard, demanding, rough, pulls my hair
free of its band and plunges his fingers into it as he makes love to my mouth. I can’t
help but run my hands over his arms, his shoulders, reveling in the smooth skin, despite
the riot of color of ink that covers them.
“Enjoy this, Sam,” he whispers and kisses me softly, completely different from his
kiss a moment ago, sending me spiraling into a tailspin.
Just when I think I’ve figured him out, he changes it up on me.
I can’t have sex with him in this position.
He kisses down to my breasts, nibbling and sucking and then moves down to my navel.
“I fucking love this,” he mutters and kisses it chastely.
“I’m glad.” I smile down at him. He grins back, kisses it again and then moves south.
“Pink,” he whispers.
“What?”
“Your pussy is pink. I’ve wondered if your pussy is as pink as your lips since the
day I met you.”
“What?” I lift up onto my elbows and stare down at him, open-mouthed.
“It is,” he assures me and nuzzles it with his nose, and then spreads my thighs wider,
opening me up to him, and licks me from my folds to my clit, in one long lick.
“Oh God,” I groan and lay back, flinging an arm over my face. Oral sex always makes
me nervous.
It’s too intimate.
But I don’t want to tell him to stop. He’s too damn good at it.
He pulls my labia into his mouth and sucks with little pulses, pushes his hands under
my ass to tilt my pelvis up for him, and plunges that delicious tongue deep inside
me.
I cry out and grip the cool sheets in my fists, writhing against his face. He gentles
his strokes, and then closes his mouth and rubs that metal against my lips and up
over my clit, catching it in the loop, and pulls up, then sucks my nub into his mouth
and sucks.
Hard.
I plant my heels on his back and come apart, pushing my pelvis up, and begging him
to never stop.
Holy fucking hell that piercing is going to kill me.
He releases my clit and kisses it gently, and as I come down from my high, he gently
kisses and massages my pussy with his fingers, crooning to me, but I can’t understand
the words.
Finally, he climbs back up my body, leaving wet kisses in his wake, and settles himself
between my legs. He pushes my hair off my face and kisses me softly.
I can taste myself, and it turns me on all over again.
“I taste good on your lips,” I whisper. His eyes flare in lust.
“You are amazing, sunshine.”
“Why do you call me that?” I ask and slowly thrum my fingers up and down his back.
He looks like he’s thinking about it, a small frown forming between his eyebrows,
but he smiles down at me.
“Because of your pretty blonde hair.”
“Huh.” I rotate my hips, and feel his erection against my core. “You need to wrap
that bad boy up, my friend. There are condoms in the bedside table.”
And I need you off of me.
“I thought you didn’t invite men here.” He pushes off of me and opens the drawer,
pulls out the condom and rolls it on.
“I
rarely
invite men here, and it’s good to be prepared.” Before he can climb back on top of
me, I straddle his lap; knees planted at his hips and wrap my arms around his neck.
His hands immediately roam all over my back and I moan softly.
It feels so good to be touched!
He grips my hips and lifts me gently until the head of his beautiful cock is poised
to sink inside me.
“Are you ready?” He asks against my lips.
I kiss him and push down slowly, groaning with him as he impales me all the way to
my cervix.
“Fucking A you feel good, sunshine.”
“Mmm.” I agree and begin to move, clenching around him, riding him.
“Fuck,” he whispers again and looks down to watch. “That’s sexy.”
He leans back on his elbows, bends his knees, and begins to buck, pushing in and out
of me hard.
It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
“God, Leo,” I cry and lose myself in him; riding him so hard my legs start to shake.
He pushes one hand between us and worries my clit with his thumb, and I cry out.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.” He pushes harder with his hips, presses harder with
his thumb, and I come undone at the seams, crying out his name.
He sits up again and grips my hips firmly, impaling himself all the way, and follows
me into his own orgasm, growling as he spills himself inside me.
“Damn, baby,” he whispers and pushes my hair behind my ears. “You are incredible.”
He kisses my breasts, my collarbones, and then my chin.
“You’re no amateur yourself,” I murmur and chuckle when he bites my neck playfully.
“Let me stay,” he whispers, his eyes happy and on mine. I can’t resist him.
I nod happily and twine my arms around his neck. “Stay.”
Chapter Four
I wake to my bedroom falling dark with shadows and a cold bed. We fell asleep after
a particularly vigorous round of crazy sex, but I didn’t plan to sleep so long. I
sit up and glance around the room, spying Leo’s shirt still on the bathroom floor
and suddenly realize I smell bacon.
Bacon in the evening?
I climb out of the bed, throw on a black silk robe and follow my nose. My feet come
to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the kitchen, and I’m mesmerized.
Leo Nash, rocker superstar, is in my kitchen cooking.
Half naked.
He pulled jeans on
-where did he get those?-
but they’re loose as though he didn’t button them, and he’s clearly not wearing his
underwear. He has the most amazing dimples above his ass.
His shoulders are wide, but lean, like the rest of him. He’s muscular, although not
like the Montgomerys. He has a runner’s body.
His hair is a mess from my fingers, and I want to bury them back in there and hold
on to him.
He glances back at me with a half-smile and my stomach clenches.
Shit, I’m in so much trouble.
“Hey, sleepy-head.”
“Hey.” I walk to him, wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his back, between his
shoulder blades. He’s so tall next to me. Or I’m short. “You cook too?”
“A bit. You had breakfast stuff, so I dug in. I hope that’s okay.”
“Mmm, I’m starving.”
Don’t get used to this, Sam.
“Meow.”
“Hey, little one,” I grin and scoop my fluffy white cat into my arms, nuzzling his
face.
“You have a cat.” He glances at me, one eyebrow raised, as he scrambles the eggs.
“I do. Leo, meet Levine.”
“Hello there.” He pauses and smirks. “Levine as in Avril or Adam?”
“He’s a boy, Leo.”
“How did you come up with that name?” He asks with a laugh, scooping the eggs onto
our plates.
“I guess I just have a thing for tattooed rock stars.” I grin and shrug.