Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,244

how closely it all mimicked his life—sans suicide, of course.

“Exactly,” he said. He finally turned to look at me, his eyes bright with thought. “Thank you, Sophie. Thank you for showing me your favorite movie.”

I smiled. “You liked it?”

“I loved it,” he said.

I turned to better face him. “So is there anything you’d like to say to me, then, Mr. Armstrong?” I asked coquettishly. He looked at me curiously. “Something along the lines of, ‘I was wrong about the movie, and you were right’? Ring a bell?”

He leaned across the seats toward me, lightly touching my chin. I held my breath as his lips moved closer to mine. When he kissed me, I felt the air rush through me, and I wondered if the feeling would ever end. I certainly hoped not. He pressed closer to me, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, and I loved the taste of him. It all felt so real and so normal, and I wanted the moment to last forever.

“Not a chance,” he said, making me laugh but roll my eyes.

“The ego on you,” I said.

“My place?” he asked. As usual, his kisses scrambled my mind so much that I couldn’t speak sensible words. All I could do was nod yes.

We were hardly off the elevator of his apartment before we were clawing the clothes off each other. It was like we were starving, and the only thing that could fill us up was each other. His mouth devoured my neck as his hands slipped under my blouse, feeling up my ribs until he was sliding it off over my head, tossing it aside. My mind became so frazzled in these moments, not knowing whether I should go for his shirt first and feel that hard, strong chest, or go straight for his pants for what I really wanted. I started with his shirt, although I almost ripped the buttons off I was so eager.

Leo paused and stepped away from me, panting. His lips were red with the force of his kisses, and I had no doubt mine looked the same. He took my hand and guided me up the curving staircase and into his bedroom. Windows surrounded the room, the view similar to the one on the balcony, directly below us. He kept the lights off, letting the city’s glow fill the room just enough to see each other—to see his ever-hungry look.

“You ever get lonely in this big apartment all by yourself?” I asked because, honestly, the place was big enough for a family of ten.

“I’m never lonely when you’re around,” he said, pulling me to him. His skin was hot on mine, and I felt us melting into each other. My hands wrapped around to his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles down his back. I ran my hands over the back of his jeans, cupping his firm ass in my hands, feeling his strength wherever I touched.

Leo suddenly picked me up and tossed me onto the bed—literally tossed me. I laughed as I bounced across the ocean of sheets, but stopped when he crawled across the mattress toward me like a lion. He was on top of me in a flash, his strong arms blocking me in, and I ran my hands up them, slowly, feeling every ripple of muscle. He leaned down into me, and when our lips met again, my breath finally came back.

Even after what he’d done to me earlier that same evening in his office, I needed more. I always needed more of him. I was starting to realize I needed all of him, all the time. He seemed to feel the same. We both ripped off our remaining clothes, and then Leo grabbed my hips and pulled me down closer to him. In quick time he slid into me, making me gasp with pleasure, and as he thrust in and out of me he kept his eyes on me, never looking away. I was mesmerized by the beauty of those eyes and by the perfect feeling of Leo inside of me, moving and filling me and making me feel like at any moment my entire body might explode with satisfaction. He continued his thrusting until we were both sweating, my hips angled up toward him.

“Leo, come with me,” I said, because I was so close.

But he stopped and flipped my body over as easily as a pancake until I was on my stomach. He never left my body. He took my hips again