Bared Souls - Ellie Wade Page 0,19

shooting waves of lust to my groin. I feel dirty and wrong. Close to insanity. Wanting Leo’s touch doesn’t make sense, and my mind knows this, but my head is no longer in control. My body wants him, if only for a kiss. Damn the consequences.

My tongue peeks out of my mouth, and I lick the tip of Leo’s finger. I want to hide in shame at the movement until Leo’s eyes go wide, and his lips part, his breath heavy. A sense of power comes over me.

I flick my tongue against the pad of his finger again and suck. He releases a heady groan.

“Alma”—his voice is husky and raw—“you don’t want to do that.”

I bite the tip of his finger.

He rips his finger from my mouth and roughly cradles my face between his hands. He turns me around and walks us backward until I’m against the door before crashing his lips against mine. This kiss is different than before. It’s needy. It’s desperate. Just more. And I love it.

My lips move against Leo’s like they’ve done it a thousand times. My tongue meets his stroke for stroke. His groans echo mine. He threads his fingers through my hair, and mine attempt to grab any part of him that will keep me on earth, for I’m floating away on a high like never before.

The firmness of Leo’s need for me pushes against my stomach as his pelvis thrusts against me, riding on a wave of lust. I swallow his moan. Searing my skin with his touch, he splays his hand across my belly and pushes it under my shirt before cupping my breast.

I hiss, and a whimper escapes. The skin beneath his palm has never been touched by anyone before. He pulls my nipple between his fingers, and my body hums in pleasure.

Leo removes his lips from mine and takes the bottom hem of my shirt in his hands. “Can I?” he asks breathlessly.

I’m not sure what he’s asking, but I nod. Whatever it is, the answer is yes.

He lifts my shirt and bra, and without warning, his tongue flickers against my puckered nipple. I shudder, and my entire body tingles as his hot, wet mouth circles and sucks with sweet abandon.

I cry out, my head hitting the door. Leo licks, kisses, and sucks my breasts until I’m so turned on that my body fills with molten lava. Then, he pulls away and drops my shirt. He leans his forehead against mine, and our breaths dance as our breathing calms.

“I alone have your kisses, and now, I’ve taken second base,” his lips whisper against mine before he steps back.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me from the door and opens it wide enough to step out.

The door closes behind him, and he’s gone, leaving me alone in my room, wondering, What in the hell just happened?

TEN

Alma

The next two days dragged by. I found myself scanning my surroundings every time I was on campus, hoping to see Leo.

I haven’t heard from him since he left my room after Coney Island. There’s a part of me that’s happy he didn’t go storming off after kissing me, telling me to leave him the fuck alone. There’s another part of me that’s wondering where to go from here.

We never exchanged numbers, so I’m not surprised he hasn’t called, but he obviously knows where I live. I’m trying not to be upset that he hasn’t stopped by, but I’ve never done any of this before. I’m guessing to guys like Leo, second base isn’t that special but just a casual boob-sucking.

“Ugh!” I groan into my pillow.

Truth is, he doesn’t owe me anything. We didn’t say a word about commitment or even dating. We kissed and then … God, was that hot.

What is wrong with me?

I should be happy that Leo hasn’t called. Clearly, I can’t resist the guy, and it’s evident that he’s not dating material.

Chalk it up to completing the first week of college with some new experiences.

As far as how the first week of college went, I love my classes and my professors. Quinn and I get along so well. I chat with Amos every night, and he’s happy and doing well too. I got to experience my first kiss, and bruised ego aside, I do have that.

Quinn comes out of the bathroom. A towel is wrapped around her hair, and a cloud of hot steam follows behind her.

“Were you talking to yourself out here?” she asks.

“No.”

“I thought I heard you yell or something.