“You know what I mean.”
I did. I also knew Orion would have my head for this, and Ares would lecture me about complications and liability, and that taking this any further violated every professional boundary.
I also knew I didn’t care, as I squeezed her hand. Tonight, I had her on a rooftop, under the stars. I put one arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to see the portfolio better—at least that’s what I told myself.
“This concept here,” she said, her finger tracing a design. “If we modernize the typography and…”
Her words faded as I became hyperaware of how close we were. The warmth of her body against mine. The way her breath caught when I leaned in to see what she was pointing at. She turned her head. Our faces were inches apart.
“Leo,” she whispered. And she leaned forward and kissed me.
Chapter 5
Tashi
I kissed him.
Not a tentative, questioning, “maybe we shouldn’t” kiss. No. I leaned forward and claimed Leo Kolykos’s mouth like I had every right to it, like the rooftop and the stars and this entire glittering city were ours.
In the dim lights of the rooftop, I could see Leo’s strong jawline, piercing green eyes, and his lips now joined with mine in passion. High above us, the stars twinkled and the city skyline glittered, creating a breathtaking backdrop for our stolen moment.
He made a sound—surprise, maybe, or relief—and then his hand was in my hair, his fingers pressing into my scalp as he angled my head for better access. His other hand found my waist, pulling me onto his lap, while the portfolio pages rustled with the breeze.
“Tashi,” he breathed against my lips. “Damn, you feel so good. But?—”
“Don’t.” I kissed him again, harder this time. “Don’t think, analyze, or tell me all the reasons this is complicated.”
“For so many reasons.” Conflict warred over Leo’s rugged features, his brow furrowed, and his lips pursed in a mixtureof reluctance and longing, highlighting the longing in his green eyes.
“I don’t care,” I told him.
He gazed into my eyes, as if searching for a reason to deny us both this moment. The past twenty-four hours had been a masterclass in mortality and desire—the fire that had nearly killed me, Orion carrying me down those stairs, and the flowers and gifts waiting in my suite.
The triplets looked alike but acted very differently. There was no way to choose. Who knew how Orion or Ares felt, but Leo was here, wanting me, with the powerful muscles of his thighs under me and his muscular arms wrapped around mine. I was a sucker for a well-developed set of pecs and a sexy cologne.
Leo sighed. “Damn it. I don’t either,” he admitted.
“Good.”
His cologne wrapped around me, and his hands mapped my curves like he was memorizing geography. Our next kiss was deeper, his tongue sliding against mine with hunger. He tasted like dinner’s wine and male musk that made tingles spread through my belly.
The tang of his kiss on my lips and the saltiness of my sweat as it mingled with his collided in a delicious alchemy that drove me to press my body against his. His hand slid up my skirt, and his fingers trailed sparks of desire up my thighs before he touched my sensitive flesh. His fingers quested between my legs, causing me to whimper.
His grin was pure sin. “You’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear.
The fairy lights cast his face in shadow and gold, highlighting the salt-and-pepper at his temples and the laugh lines around his eyes. The intensity in his expression belied his playful reputation.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained.
“Patience.”
He swirled his fingers between my legs, making me squirm.
“You want more?” he whispered. His other hand tweaked my nipple through the sheer fabric of the dress, and I whimpered. His voice turned deeper as I felt him harden under me. “You want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His fingers hooked into my underwear. I lifted my hips to help him slide it off, feeling suddenly grateful for the rooftop’s privacy, the late hour, and the chaotic view of Vegas sprawled below us.
