Bared Souls - Ellie Wade Page 0,36

with Leo because he seems to thrive off of chaos.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I hurriedly reach over to turn it off. Leo grumbles behind me, waking up.

“Morning.” He nuzzles into my hair.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say.

“It’s fine. I have class too. How’d you sleep?” There’s no hint of the fear from his nightmares in his voice.

“Good. You?”

“Great, because you’re here,” he answers, his arms wrapping me into a hug.

Tilting my body back so I’m facing him, I ask, “What are we doing here? I mean, obviously, this is all new to me. I just need to know where we stand.”

I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

“You want to have the talk now?” He chuckles.

I shrug. “Yeah, or soon.”

I get the feeling that while this is my first experience with something resembling a relationship, it’s Leo’s first experience as well. While he’s more seasoned in other areas, I think he’s new to the whole dating thing. That thought both elates and frightens me. Maybe he’s not cut out for monogamy, which would suck because my heart couldn’t take anything but fidelity.

“Are you worried?” he asks.

“A little bit,” I admit. “I’m not cut out for casual hook-ups, Leo. I need to know where you stand before I get in too deep.”

He kisses my forehead. “How about this? You are the only girl these lips will touch.” He peppers kisses down my cheek to my neck. “You are the only girl these fingers will touch,” he breathes against my ear as his hand glides into my panties.

Two fingers enter me, and my body hums as he pushes them in and out. He presses his thumb against my bundle of nerves as his fingers continue their movements, making me feel things I can’t even explain. I claw at his arm as the sensation in me builds.

“Leo,” I pant.

He nibbles on my earlobe. “Yeah, baby?” His husky whisper is warm against my neck, causing a torrent of goose bumps to erupt across my skin.

My hips greedily rock into his hand.

“Oh, you’re so responsive, Alma. You and I are going to have so much fun.”

My breath hitches, and I cry out as my body convulses.

Leo kisses my face, neck, and collarbone as I come down from the incredible high he just gave me. He shuffles under the sheet and removes his boxers.

“Now, my hands will own you.” He kisses my palm. “And your hands will own me.” He moves back the sheet and leads my hand onto his length.

I gasp, staring at my grasp on him. He’s soft and silky against my palm, and touching him there is fascinating. My heart beats wildly against the walls of my chest.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit weakly.

He lets loose a seductive grin. “Just move, baby.” His voice is hoarse.

I strengthen my grip on him and pump my hand up and down. Leo’s eyes roll back, and his tongue peeks out to lick his lips before he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. I work my hand faster, encouraged by his body’s reaction to my touch. His leg muscles flex, and his breathing goes ragged.

Without opening his eyes, he slips a hand under my nightshirt. Cupping my breast in his palm, he groans and pushes his pelvis up into my hand. I squeeze harder and pump faster. I moan as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The feel of his hand on my breast and the sight of his body coming undone are intoxicating, and pulses shoot up between my legs, as if I might come again just from this experience alone.

“Alma.” My name leaves his lips as hot white liquid covers my hand.

I don’t stop moving until he drops his hand from my breast with a sigh of pleasure.

His gaze, happy and sated, captures mine. He cradles my face between his hands and pulls me toward him until our lips meet. “That was so good, baby,” he says between kisses. “Promise me all of your firsts. I want them all.”

“Okay.” I kiss him.

“Promise me.” He pulls my lip, and I moan into his mouth.

“I promise.”

His lips press against mine one more time. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

“I really need to run back to the dorm and take a shower before class,” I say.

“Take one here. I’ll take it with you.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.” I force a laugh.

Our wet bodies, completely naked? Yeah, I’m definitely not ready