Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,231

looked down to see him, his mouth kissing closer to my tight bud that ached for him. He moved his mouth onto my sex, and the heat of his breath through my panties onto me made me moan out and this time, I truly felt like I would fall over from lack of oxygen.

“Leo,” I breathed. “Please. Wait.”

When he moved his mouth to look up at me, he replaced the spot on me with his hand, moving his fingers back and forth across me, sure he could feel, even through the thin fabric, how soaked I was. He ran his other hand up past my ribs, taking hold of my breast. I moaned again, my eyes falling shut.

But now that I knew we were going to actually do this—have sex—be that intimate, I realized that it was completely wrong for me to do it under false pretenses.

My lies were truly a web, trapping me, and seeing him this way and knowing how I felt about him—I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“We need to talk,” I sighed, feeling almost sick at the thought.

“Oh?” Leo stood up, his eyes concerned, and I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Talk about what?” he asked.

“I just…I don’t even know where to begin. I just…you know that I never wanted to be an actor.”

“Yes, we already covered that,” he said, his eyes crinkling up.

“And I’ve told you that I really want to write…”

Leo laughed. “And?”

I thought about just blurting it out. I’m a journalist sent to write a story about you. My name is a lie, my story is a lie…everything but the fact that I truly do have feelings for you.

“I just want us to be honest with each other,” I said. “Like, I want you to be able to tell me everything, and I can tell you—“

“Hold on,” Leo said, putting a hand up. He came closer and knelt down again, grabbing my hands. “You seem like you’re getting in your head, Sophie. This doesn’t need to be heavy. I really like you and you like me, right?”

I nodded. “Yes, I really do.”

“As for the rest,” he said, looking down. “I’m not really that kind of guy—the tell each other all our secrets and deepest fears kind of guy, if you get what I’m saying.”

I felt like he’d just thrown cold water on me. He didn’t want to be intimate emotionally—just physically. So he’d asked me a few details about where I grew up, that didn’t mean he really was ever going to share himself with me. I’d been fooled again, or rather, I’d fooled myself again.

“I understand,” I told him softly.

He put a hand under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “Are you angry with me?” he asked.

“No. I’m not,” I said, and it was true. I was deeply disappointed, and I knew that the right thing to do now was to stop everything and leave. Perhaps even leave LA.

“Come back to me, Sophie,” he said, running his fingers over my hand, sending chills up my arms. “Don’t get in your head. Stay here. Be here with me right now.”

I realized at that moment that my desire for him was stronger than my ethical dilemma, stronger than my disappointment in Leo’s inability to really trust me or show me real commitment.

I still wanted him, in some ways more than ever.

I’d tried to tell him the truth and he’d made it very clear he wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say.

The wolfish look in his eyes as they considered me brought me back to my base urges, and suddenly my hands went for his belt, flipping it open in quick time. His breath caught and his hands fell away from me, dangling at his side as he watched my hands unbutton and then unzip his pants, slow enough to tease him, fast enough to see what I wanted. As I pushed his pants down he quickly kicked off his shoes. As he stepped out of his pants he slipped off his socks as well.

“Now we’re even,” he said, standing before me in as much—as few clothes as I was.

“Not quite,” I said. I rubbed my hand over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs, barely containing his huge, long cock, remembering the smooth feel of it in my hand on the plane. Instead of teasing him like he had done me, I lowered his briefs, watching as his dick sprung free from the confines of those