Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,249

fake name had caught me off-guard once again. I took his chiseled jaw in my hands and moved away, both of us panting. When he moved to go back to my lips, I pushed him back. He gave me a curious look and I answered by sliding away from him, slightly, keeping my hands on his handsome face. He dipped toward me again, his lips eager for mine, but I nudged away again, and this time I slid back into the arm of the couch, just out of his reach.

His eyes gleamed with desire as he watched me. When he reached out for me, I moved my leg up, pushing his hand back with the toe of my shoe.

“Not yet,” I said, and a low growl came from Leo. I’d never had someone so attracted to me—in so many different ways—that he actually growled without even touching me. I slipped my shoes off, letting them drop to the floor, and then I pulled the hem of my skirt up to just below my hips. Leo’s eyes were transfixed, his lips parted and his skin flushed, all at the sight of me. “Show me what I make you want to do,” I said. He let out a moan and practically lunged for me, but I stopped him again. “No. Stay on your side. All the way back.” He reluctantly sat back against the opposite arm of the couch, one leg on the floor, the other bent in front of him. I opened up my legs and reached between my thighs, rubbing the outside of my panties. His bright eyes stared hypnotized as I made slow, deliberate circles around my clit.

“You are so sexy,” he said, his eyes fixed on my crotch. “You expect me to sit here and keep my hands to myself?”

“I expect you to keep your hands on yourself,” I said, and I had not idea where the bravery came from. I’d certainly never done anything like that before. All I knew was that I wanted to keep my eyes firmly on Leo and watch his every lustful expression.

“Take off those sweet little panties,” he said.

“Take off your clothes,” I countered. He didn’t even hesitate, standing up and quickly discarding his shoes, socks, shirt and jeans onto the floor beside him. He took his place back at the end of the couch, never once taking his eyes off me. I never stopped the slow movements of my hand on my crotch. I could feel through the thin fabric how wet I was as I ran my fingers down my slit, the walls of my pussy aching.

Leo stroked the outside of his boxer briefs, clasping the huge bulge of his dick in his palm.

“Sophie,” he said, his eyes heavy. I watched with fascination as the muscles in his arm moved and flexed in time with his hand stroking his dick. “Now you. Take off your clothes.”

I gave myself one more long, slow pass over myself, watching Leo as his jaw clenched as he struggled to breath normally. Then I stood up and pulled the shoulders of the dress down, past my arms and over my hips before stepped out of it. I started to sit back on the couch when he commanded, “All of it.”

I paused, my thumbs hooked into the delicate fabric just below my hips. “You, too,” I said.

Leo stood up, his chiseled chest puffing up with each deep breath he took. He shoved down his boxer briefs and kicked them to the side, and my own breath caught in my throat. I’d seen him naked, but never standing before me like some Greek god statue. His dick stood tall and angled toward me, as if it knew where it needed to go. Leo took it in his large, smooth hand and gave himself the slowest pull that I thought my knees would buckle. My sex clenched with total need—for that cock to be inside me. But I held back. I lowered my soaked panties down my legs and stepped out of them. A guttural sound came from deep in Leo’s throat, and he took the smallest step toward me, but I stepped back, letting him know not yet.

“You’re killing me,” he said.

“You,” I said, taking in his entire body from top to bottom, “are perfect.” The muscles in his thighs looked like their own continent, and his six-pack stomach clenched harder with every breath he pulled in. He continued to work his cock in his hand, the