Before we know it, we’re a mess of hands pulling each other’s clothes off. When I’m naked beneath him, he pauses.
“Jillie. We’re about so much more than this. You know that right?” he asks.
I nod. “I do. I want this, Leo. I want you. I want to feel how you made me feel that night on the beach. I need to be as close to you as I can. I need you to help me feel alive.”
He reaches for his jeans and takes a condom out of his wallet.
“What?” I ask. “No stash in the bedside table?”
“Huh? No.”
“It’d make things easier for you, wouldn’t it?” I probe, trying to get a sense of how many others he’s had in this bed.
“I see where you’re going with this and I’ll tell you the truth.” He pauses again and I stare, waiting expectantly. “I’ve never had a girl in my bed before. No one’s ever mattered enough for me to let them.”
Now my heart is racing even faster, tears threatening to spill over, but I fight them back.
“Leo,” I whisper, then reach up a hand to cup his cheek much the way he did mine earlier.
He doesn’t say anything else, but I can feel him tremble. When he reaches down to align himself, I wrap both arms around his neck. Then the tip of him is pushing inside so painstakingly slow. He’s already touched me, prepared me, gotten me wet and hot and aching, so he slips in easier than he did the first time.
“Okay?” he asks?
I nod. “More than okay.”
He kisses me then, as he starts to move inside me. It’s slow and sweet and frustrating. Iwant. Ineed. But he won’t be rushed.
He braces his elbows on either side of my head, then watches me. He’s looking so deeply into my eyes, I’m sure he can see into my soul—and he’s letting me see his.
He shifts just a bit and I gasp.
“There?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes, there.” I moan. “Do that again.” He does and I moan louder.
“It’s a good thing I locked the door,” he tells me.
“I don’t even care if they can hear me, just keep doing that. Never stop doing that,” I plead.
“Never,” he answers quickly. His pace has quickened, and he’s hitting that spot over and over until I feel it building, desire that’s maddening.
“Leo…”
“I’ll get you there,” he reassures me.
I hold him tighter to me, desperately needing the friction of his chest against my breasts. He’s panting, sweating, holding back for me, so I embrace the feel of it all and let go, trusting Leo as I’ve never trusted anyone else.
Pleasure bursts through me, and I cry out. He holds my gaze as I come, and he thrusts harder, spiking the pleasure, and then he, too, is coming.
When we ease back to reality, we’re a tangle of limbs, his head resting between my breasts, his breath is warm and damp against my belly.
I’m trying to get a hold on my feelings, but it’s no use.
I’m in love with him.
