With one finger, he lifts my chin to meet his eyes, and his intoxicating gaze traps me, like it does every time. He closes the gap between us and crashes his lips with mine. He kisses me, and I kiss him back. It’s no longer a question. I want—no, I need to kiss him. I blame it on the hormones and need running through me, but I want to lose myself to him in every possible way. His lips send me spiraling into a haze of lust and desire.
He boxes me in with his arms, and his lips continue their sweet assault. He kisses me thoroughly until my entire existence is nothing but want.
He moves his palm beneath my shirt, and I squirm at his touch, his hands hot and searing. I want him to brand me so that he never forgets that I am his and he is mine. That’s what this has all been leading up to. We both know it. We can’t say we didn’t try to stay apart, but the pull between us is too strong.
He works to unbutton my pants before pulling down the zipper of my jeans. I breathe heavily as his fingers drag across the skin above my panties.
His nose nuzzles against my ear before he whispers, “Tell me to stop.”
I ignore his command.
“Alma, tell me to stop.” His voice is almost pained as one of his fingers dips beneath the elastic of my cotton underwear. He gathers my need for him and teasingly glides his finger over my opening.
“No,” I whimper, my hands clinging to his sides.
A guttural sound leaves his throat, and he kisses my neck as his finger enters me. My hips push up against his hand on instinct, and I moan into the lust-filled air.
“Leo,” I cry out as his fingers work faster.
“Say it again,” he pleads.
“Leo.” His name is a breathless plea for more.
I ache for a release I’ve never felt but one I know he can give me.
He removes his hand, and I groan in protest.
“I want to taste you,” he declares, his dark gaze on me. He rips my jeans and panties off in one fluid motion, and he slams his face between my legs, flicking my clit with his tongue.
I release a cry as his hands grasp my thighs, and his tongue works its magic.
“Yes! Oh my God, Leo,” I yell, frantic for him to keep doing what he’s doing because a warmth, a sensation is building in my core, tickling its way through my entire body. It aches but so good.
I run my fingers through his hair and hold his head tight to me. He growls against my sensitive skin, almost primal. My hips rock as heated chills shoot through my limbs. Releasing a half-sob, I cry out as I’m assaulted with enormous jolts of pleasure.
Leo licks until my body stops shaking. I open my fingers, freeing my grip on his head, and my arms fall to my sides, heavy. He kisses up my body and lies beside me, circling his arm around my stomach.
“Stay with me tonight,” he implores, his words almost desperate. “Just to sleep. Please.”
“Leo …” I hesitate with a sigh.
“Please?” he asks. His breath pebbles my skin. He kisses my neck.
“Okay,” I agree.
Leo climbs off of the couch and hands me my panties. I sit up and put them on, leaving my jeans on the floor. He swoops me into his arms and carries me upstairs. I rest my head against his chest, the rhythm of his heart beating a gentle stroke against my cheek.
He sets me on the bed and removes everything but his boxers. “I have extra T-shirts if you want,” he offers.
“Okay.” I nod.
He removes a black T-shirt from one of his drawers and hands it to me. I quickly remove my bra and top and throw his shirt over my head. It falls to my thighs.
“I have an extra toothbrush too.” His words are timid, and I get the sense that he thinks I’m going to bolt at any minute.
I should run and fast, but I don’t want to. I search deep within myself to find that voice that will steer me in the right direction, but I’m met with only acceptance. My truth is simple: I want to stay here with Leo.
Leo’s in the master bathroom, leaning over the sink, brushing his teeth. The muscles of his back are mesmerizing, and I force myself to look away. He hands me a new toothbrush, and