In the same way he’s done dozens of times, Leon cups my ass with both hands, pulling me close to him, molding us perfectly together, chest to chest.
Then he’s kissing my jaw, my neck, and he bites the sweet spot behind my ear that drives me crazy and used to make me beg him to fuck me harder.
Does he remember that?
“We need to stop, Leon,” I pant, wishing we were anywhere but here.
“I know, but I don’t want to.”
“Neither do I.” I thread my fingers into his wavy locks at the back of his neck and steer him back to face me. “But we should stop.”
Why the fuck am I at work? This feels like a test. Torturous.
His goofy smile looks lust-struck, his lips twitching at the sides. “I really like kissing you.”
“And I really like kissing you. I’ve always liked your lips.”
“I love your eyes,” he admits.
In the best possible way, I can’t breathe. His words sink right into me, and I’ve heard them before, but it’s like I’m hearing them for the first time. “Thank you.”
He adds another beautiful compliment. “And your smile. Your smile makes me forget what I was going to say sometimes.”
I wasn’t prepared for these confessions.
“And I love everything about you, Leon. I wouldn’t change a thing.” I suddenly feel shy, my cheeks feeling warm.
“Not even my broken brain?”
“Not even that, because I think you’re starting to fall for me all over again, and that’s exciting.” And scary as hell, because what if he eventually decides I’m not the one for him?
“This feels right. You and me,” he admits, opening his heart.
Why am I shaking? Pull yourself together, Erika.
“You need to get back to work,” he finally says.
“I do. I dropped my plushie.” I search the floor to see where he fell, finding him right behind Leon.
“What are you going to call him?” Leon asks inquisitively, a smirk playing across his lips.
“Oscar.”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I’m not, but I’ll take it. A sudden thought hits me. “How did you get here?”
“I called Jerry. I told him to wait outside. Stash is outside too. I don’t need a bodyguard and to be watched over twenty-four-seven.”
“That’s just as well because I was about to lecture you on the dangers of driving with a head injury.” The mix of fear and worry disappear in a flash.
“I swear I could have driven here myself. I feel fine.”
“That’s breaking the law. You’re so naughty.”
“I want to be naughty. With you.” And there’s my cheeky man, I’ve come to know and love.
Yes please, to being naughty. My heart and mind know it’s too soon, but regardless, I like the sound of that.
