“Tell me you’re joking,” Fire blazes in his eyes as he glares at me. “Tell me another man’s hands weren’t all over you.”
“Lying is a sin.”
Suddenly, I’m in the air and then settled on his lap, straddling him with each of his hands on my ass.
“Dry-humping me is a sin, but you had no problem with that,” he demands, reminding me of the time we got a little too carried away.
My chest slams against his, creating no space between our bodies.
Leonidas’s lips brush against my ear. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“I’m not lying.”I’m a liar.
“Tell me, or I’ll end up in jail after doing what’s running through my mind right now.”
Please do, Leonidas.
I cock my head to the side in a teasing manner. “Care to enlighten?”
“I’ll make the entire hotel hear you coming again and again,” he whispers huskily in my ear. “I’ll then walk down to the hotel’s front desk, find the man who touched you, and beat the living shit out of him. No one touches my girl.”
“Your girl?” I hum when he places his lips to my neck.
He bites down on my skin, which makes me wince.
I nod, agreeing with him, and he smiles against my skin. If I’m his girl, then he’s mine. All mine.
“Look what I do to you,” he rasps out against my skin. His dark eyes find my own. “Every inch of skin I can see has goose bumps. You’re breathing hard. I know you want me to show you your mine, just as much as I want to.”
Yes, he’s right. Gosh, he’s making me crazy.
“The number of cold showers I’ve taken because of you is ridiculous,” he grumbles, which makes me smirk.
Arching my neck, I let him explore me even more. I wind my hands through his hair. The ache between my legs intensifies, making me look for some sort of relief. My hips grind on his lap. He swears under his breath and grips my hips tightly.
“Trinity, you’ll be the death of me.”
My shorts rub against the bulge in his shorts. Not knowing where I got all this sudden confidence from, I grind harder, feeling him swell underneath me.
“Holy shit,” he rasps. Gripping my hips, he bounces me faster, harder. “You’re a goddess,” he breathes.
His fingers move in between my shorts and skin. I flinch when his finger rubs against my core, sliding against my wetness easily.
“Look how much you want me,” his husky voice grits out as I continue my movements. “Baby, tell me to stop. Tell me to stop because if you’re not ready for this—”
My breath hitches when he applies pressure to my sensitive spot. “I want this. I want this, Leonidas.” Moving against his finger, desperately trying to get rid of the tension.
Leonidas practically growls with approval. He reaches for the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down along with my underwear. Pulling off my shirt, he helps me unclasp my bra—the red one.
“Holy shit,” he groans, cupping a breast in his hand and slowly squeezing it once, making me throw my head back at the sensation. He attaches his mouth to one of my nipples, and his tongue swirls around my bud.
As I move my core against his clothed dick, I moan. “Leonidas, please, I need—”
“What do you need?” he demands in a rougher voice.
I see stars when he pinches my bum, making me look at him.
“I need you,” I whisper breathily.
