and cock, he was causing so many delicious sensations, I could hardly take it. It was torture and euphoria all at once.
When he slid that same hand from my breast down to my clit, I hissed out a breath, and Leo chuckled against my neck. “You want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to feel everything. Not just our bodies coming together, but our emotions—our souls—merging. Once I did, the intensity of the moment caught me off guard, and tendrils of pleasure shot down my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped out.
“Good.” He increased the speed and pressure on my clit. “I want you to come all over my finger and my cock.”
Then, he bit down on my shoulder, hard, and I was done for. I climaxed more violently than I ever had before, and after a few more quick thrusts, Leo followed me over the edge.
I slumped fully against the table, unsure whether my legs could hold me up. Leo kissed the spot on my shoulder where he’d bitten me, then lifted me into his arms. I thought about asking where he was taking me, but I was so blissed out, I didn’t even care.
Carrying me up the stairs like I weighed no more than a sack of potatoes, he walked down the hall and into what had to be the master bedroom. Seconds later, we were in a spacious bathroom with a large walk-in shower.
After turning on the water, he carefully set me down, keeping an arm around my waist, anchoring me. For the first time since our first time, our eyes met, and a glittery rainbow of happiness exploded around us.
Okay, not really.
But I felt the connection like there was an invisible cord between us, tethering me to Leo. Sex had changed things, and maybe it was naïve of me, but I happened to think the change was good.
All of the questions, the unknowns, the complications didn’t matter anymore. Because we were settled now. We were an us.
Leo spun me so my back was to the steady stream of hot water. Then, he gave me that impish smile that I was coming to love. “Ready for round two?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Thea
“Why don’t you look more excited about this?” Petra asked from the passenger seat of my car.
At her urging, we were headed into Seattle to shop for dresses for the charity ball next weekend. She’d agreed to go with me to the event to make the whole affair more tolerable, though Hayle had claimed her as his official date. Apparently, Vincent was giving him shit about showing up without an escort, and he hadn’t wanted to ask anyone.
I would have been more than happy finding a dress at Nana’s Fashions and calling it good. Not surprisingly, Petra had disagreed, insisting that we needed designer gowns to fit in with all of the other “rich bitches” who would be in attendance. I hadn’t bothered asking how she planned to pay for her dress, having already decided to put everything we needed on Vincent’s credit card. If I could drive around in a car that Leo had told me probably cost around seventy-five thousand dollars, what did a few more thousand matter? I was already dealing with the devil.
I slid my friend a glance. “Believe it or not, I’m not Cinderella, and I haven’t spent my whole life dreaming of dressing up and attending a ball to dance with the handsome prince.”
“Which prince are we talking about again? Would that be your boyfriend—who is taking another girl—or your ex-lover, who offered to accompany you to said ball?”
I heard the teasing in her voice, but that didn’t make me any more excited to answer the question. It wasn’t the Leo part that concerned me. I felt more secure in our relationship than ever. My worry was all because of Tristin.
Though he’d been putting in more face time than usual at the mansion over the last week and a half, our interactions since the meeting with Greg had been relatively short and innocuous. He’d started going to Western Civ again, but since I no longer needed to bum a ride from him, and we didn’t sit next to each other, we still barely interacted on campus.
Yet, none of that stopped me from remembering the kinder, more supportive Tristin I’d seen more than once since he moved back home. It was simple enough to convince myself I hated him when he was being an ass. The rest of the time?