I’m already nodding. “I want to. Go home with you.” I still don’t understand why he was worried about me, but we can sort that out later.
After more kissing.
He kisses me again, this time taking his time and exploring. I’d be good with missing the rest of the concert, if he wanted to, and skipping ahead to the returning to his place part.
Unfortunately, that’s not Leo’s plan. “Then let’s get back in there, baby.” Leo tucks me against him, his arm around my shoulders, and guides me through the door and inside the auditorium.
Meanwhile, my brain is scrambled, my cock is harder than I think it’s ever been in my dang life, and I can’t stop thinking about how perfect it feels being snuggled against Leo’s side.
Once we’re inside, he lowers his mouth to my ear. I think he’s going to nibble on it, but then I realize he’s speaking to me. “Where do you want to watch from?”
I point up at the lower balcony and we head for the stairs. Leo takes my hand in his and guides me up them, pausing when we emerge from the stairwell to look around before he leads me to an open spot by the railing.
“What’d you mean you were worried about me?” I ask.
He arches an eyebrow at me and holds up his hand near his ear, pinky and thumb extended—he means a phone.
I hand him my drink to hold for me while I dig my phones out and realize I have a bunch of missed texts and calls from Leo.
My face heats even as my pulse pounds—hewasworried about me. I’m torn between feeling guilty that he was worried and more than a little damned pleased that he came after me.
When I look up again, he’s staring down at me with possessive heat that nearly sets my jeans on fire.
Mine.
That’sthe word painted across his face.
“I’m sorry.” I don’t know if Leo can hear me over the band, but he obviously reads my lips and leans in for another kiss.
“Forgiven, baby,” he shouts over the music. “Let’s enjoy the show.”
I tuck the phones back into my pockets, retrieve my soda from him, and enjoy how he possessively drapes his arm around me again, keeping me close to his side.
This is…
Damn. This isamazing.
He sends a text, but I don’t ask or even try to look to see who or what. Not my business. From that point on, I have his full attention. It doesn’t take long before I’m standing in front of Leo with my back against his chest and his arms around me. He holds me pressed tightly against him and we’re grinding on each other. Even through my coat I can feel he’s hard.
Maybe I won’t have to cook for him after all to get him to want to fuck me.
He even rests his chin on my shoulder, and I could be wrong, but it’s like a contented peace settles over him.
When he nibbles on my earlobe, making my cock throb to the point I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a wet spot in my briefs, I tip my head back to kiss him.
This feels so damned…right.
Is that crazy?
I mean, of course this is crazy. It’s insanity.
Still, you don’t see me fighting it, either.
I’m slow to move once the band ends its second encore a little after midnight. This is perfection, and I’m afraid Leo might change his mind now that he knows I’m safe and he’s had time to rethink this.
Except when I turn to him, that possessive heat still smolders in his gaze. “My place?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
