“You okay in there?” Leo asks from the other side of the door.
I can’t help myself. I start to laugh as the tears plop onto the seat of the toilet, popping like my shame.
The doorknob jiggles. “I’m coming in.”
“No!” I yell and bite down on my lip, trying to stop the giggles that have suddenly taken over. “I’m fine. Go away.”
“No,bella. Not until I know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Just fucking great.” I start to laugh louder than before and slip, falling backward and hitting my back against the bathtub. I howl like an injured wild animal as the edge digs into my skin.
Leo doesn’t bother asking if I’m okay again before he barges through the bathroom door in all his naked glory.
Well, damn.
My laughter dies. I gawk at his body. My face is covered with tears, both from pain and embarrassment, and I’m as naked as the day I was born.
I’m a mess and in pain, but damn it…the man is fine.
Thick, muscular thighs. Abs that resemble an old-fashioned washboard, complete with the most perfect happy trail, which leads to a long and perfectly thick cock. His pecs are even off-the-charts hot. The man is built. Then there’s his face. His dark eyes, full lips, stubble, and somehow, he pulls off bed head.
Goddammit, why does he have to be nothing short of perfection?
“Jesus.” Leo scoops me into his arms, not waiting for me to ask for help.
I’m about to slap his hands away, but my back aches and then there’s the fact that I’m so hungover, I’m not sure I could make it back to the bed while staying upright.
“Are you hurt?”
I don’t answer.
His hot skin against mine is doing crazy shit to my insides and totally scrambling my brain. I’ve never been that girl. The one rendered speechless by a guy. Somehow, I’ve turned into her, and Leo Conti’s to blame.
He places my bottom on the bed and then starts to inspect my body for any damage. Leo’s hand skates across my skin while I’m face-to-face with his cock. I don’t mean it’s nearby. I mean, if I stick my tongue out, I’ll get a taste.
I can’t make myself look away either.
He may be my father’s enemy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the man and his off-the-charts hotness along with the sheer perfection of his dick. This is by far the biggest clusterfuck of my life.
“I’m fine, Leo,” I lie and cover my face with my hands, totally embarrassed and wishing I could get a do-over. “You should go,” I tell him and try to keep my eyes on his face instead of his beautiful cock.
If anyone in my family catches Leo in my room, it’ll be game over for both of us.
He backs up, his cock waving around like it’s taunting me, and places his hands on his hips. “This is my place. Where do you want me to go?”
Fuck my life.
“Why me?” I groan and drag my fingers down my face.
Leo kneels in front of me and pushes my hands away. “You don’t remember, do you?”
“I remember,” I say quickly, completely defensive.
I don’t want to bethatgirl.
You know…the type I clearly am.
The corner of his mouth turns upward. “Tell me what position we did it in?”
