he groans, and I’m reminded of the last time we were in this position. We were in the back of Holden’s truck before our fake date, and I can still recall the way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me. “If I were a lesser man, I’d flip you on all fours, lift up that dress and fuck you from behind right now.” The memory, the visual, creates a throb between my legs, and I try to press them together to ease the pressure, but his hand is there—right there—and I don’t even know when it happened. He pulls his mouth away, allowing me to fill my lungs with their life source.
But then his hand covers my breast, his thumb stroking the tip, while he sucks at the spot right beneath my ear. My eyes drift shut while his hand between my legs glides higher, higher—“Spread those perfect fucking legs for me, baby.”
My head falls against his chest while my legs part, my breaths harsh against my throat as I try to breathe through the pleasure swarming through me.
“I’m going to appreciate every single inch of you,” he murmurs against my ear. “With my hands first…” He strokes me through my underwear, and I’m sure he can feel it—how wet he’s made me. “And then my tongue… and then my cock.” He accentuates that last one by lifting his hips, pressing his hardness against my butt.
My moan would make a whore jealous.
His mouth crashes against mine as his fingers push my underwear aside. Cold air hits my center, and I don’t know where I am or what I’m doing or where the heck to put my hands. The tip of his finger strokes through my slit, so fucking slow, I almost yell at him to just shove them in and finger-fuck me until I come all over his hand.
Oh, no.
Only Leo brings this out of me.
Never anyone else. Ever.
He stops just short of pressing down on my clit, and then makes his way back down, and I cannot breathe. “Why are you teasing me?” I moan.
He pulls away completely. No more hands. No more mouth. Only a smirk beneath his heated eyes as he pushes me away. “You said you’d sit on my face if I ever teased you again.” He shrugs, so lazy and carefree as he looks out the window of the moving car. “You better come through on your threats, Mia Kovács.” I scowl, which only makes him laugh. “I’m just kidding,” he says, tugging on my arm to bring me back to him. He drops a kiss on my shoulder. “If I didn’t stop then, I would’ve taken you here, in the back of a limo, and that’s not really how I want things to go.”
Well, he has a point, and I’m glad he could think straight because I sure couldn’t.
At my non-response, he drags me over his lap until I’m sitting across him. After a quick adjustment of his private parts, he raises his hand, strokes the blush on my cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Eyes on mine, he says, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m…” I consider lying for all of one second. “Exhausted… and horny now”—he chuckles at this—“and much better now that you’re here.”
His eyebrows kick up. “Yeah?”
I nod. “I needed you, Leo,” I say, spreading my fingers over his broad chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my palm. “I didn’t even realize you were the cure until I saw you. It was like I could breathe again.”
His kiss is gentle, soft, and intimate. “I want you to need me,” he murmurs against my lips before pulling away. “I hate that I can’t be here for you.”
“You’re here now.” I rest my head on his shoulder. “That’s all that matters.”
He’s quiet a long moment, his fingers mindlessly twirling a strand of my hair. “I’ve missed you, Mia,” he murmurs, voice so soft I barely hear him. My chest aches at his admission. Two fingers beneath my chin, he lifts my eyes to his and runs his nose along mine. His eyes drift shut, right before he says, “It’s been ten years, and you’re still the only girl I’ve ever wanted.”
I kiss him.
With everything I have and everything I am, I kiss him, hoping to show him with the action alone how much he means to me. He’s the first to deepen the kiss, his hand gripping my hair and pulling hard. When the limo stops just outside the lobby,