“Sorry if that was too much,” he finally whispers after a couple of seconds of just staring at me with a smile.
“It was perfect,” I reply, running my hands through his soft locks.
I’m glad we stopped there. I would have regretted having sex with him now. I want to get to know him first. I want to know what pet peeves he has, his favorite color, if he loves or hates watching sports.
I want to know it all.
The world has proven that Leonidas is not just a one-night stand. He’s way more than that.
He jokes while fiddling with a piece of my hair, “If this felt so good, I can’t imagine how good it will be when I get your clothes off.”
I raise an eyebrow. Placing my hands on his broad shoulders, I feel his muscles immediately tighten under my touch. “Who said you’re going to see me naked?” I tease.
He hums and smiles. “I just kind of got the impression when you were attacking my mouth.”
Excuse me? I’m not the only one who made us get here.
“How about you on the couch?”
He shrugs his shoulders and gives me a lazy smile. “What is pointing fingers going to do?”
“You started it.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” I whisper-shout.
He cuts me off with his lips. Biting when he pulls away, he mutters, “Shut up, will you? Amelia and Elijah will hear you.”
I will if he does that every time to make me.
“I think they heard when you slammed your door like the Hulk.”
“I always slam my door,” he points out with a cocky smile.
While he’s still above me, I eye the chain that hangs in the air, begging for me to yank it.
“Now, hearing a very feminine voice yell in my room …” Leonidas trails off with a shrug. “What’s more concerning?”
I pretend to think about my two options. “I think your anger issues,” I say with a snap of my fingers.
Scoffing, he playfully rolls his eyes. “I need to go to the bathroom.” He gives me a firm look. “Stay here.”
He turns around and jogs to the bathroom. I let out a sigh while closing my eyes.
Well, that was interesting. I can’t believe that even happened. I know he’s experienced. I know the mouth that was on mine has been on many others.
That bothers me slightly, but what am I supposed to do?
Dwell on the past?
No.
I won’t judge someone for their past. That never ends well.
Opening my eyes, I jump in shock when I find Leonidas standing over me. He has an eyebrow raised as he watches me.
Creep. The butterflies in my stomach disagree.
