I slap him a few times, half-heartedly but all he does is laugh. “What the hell are you doing, Leon? You scared the shit out of me,” I yell breathlessly, my fear turning into something entirely different… curiosity and excitement.
He grabs my hands to stop me from thrashing around and places them above my head, pressing his entire body against mine. “Don’t fight, Erika.”
I gasp, trying to control my breathing and slow down my heart, which shot up like a rocket taking off to the moon justmoments ago. “Maybe that’s how I like it,” I tease through clenched teeth, both annoyed and turned on all at the same time. Goosebumps race across my skin, my voice shaky and cracking slightly at the end, while my stomach twists as if tying itself in knots.
“You want me to be rough with you?” he asks in a low, dangerous tone.
I try to speak, but no words come out.
“Speechless, baby?”
I nod in the dark, hoping he can see me as shadows dance across the room from what little street lighting seeps in from outside.
“Did you leave the door open for me?” He asks the same question that woke me up.
“I didn’t.” Natasha, my roommate, must have forgotten to lock it when she came in, which she often does. She’s such an airhead: all brains and zero common sense.
“Oh, how badly you lie.” He brushes his rough thumb back and forth across the palm of my hand as he stares down at me through the dim lighting. “What do you want, Erika?”
Finally, I find the courage to whisper, “I want you to kiss me like you crave me.”
“Well, that’s easy.”
“Is it?”
“You have no idea, baby.”
Without hesitation, he lowers his head, and his lips crash against mine, his fingers tightening around my hands, making my entire body come alive like a firework bursting across the night sky.
This kiss is not just a kiss to me. It’s passionate and sensual, full of meaning, yet at the same time, it probably means nothing to him because he doesn’t know he’s the only man I want to do this with for eternity.
Leon’s tongue pushes through the seam of my lips, and when our tongues touch for the first time, we both let out a needy moan.
His grip loosens around my wrists, allowing me to slide free and clasp his face with my hands, desperate to touch him in ways I have only dreamed about.
With him still on top of me, I part my legs as best as I can so he can settle between them. The comforter separating us does nothing to hide his huge erection as he thrusts his pelvis into mine.
He wants this.
Since when?
Always?
Just for tonight?
If we do go all the way, I guess I would be another name to add to his little black book.
And that’s not what I want.
“Tell me you dream about me,” he begs, his mouth pressing against mine as he runs his hands up the front of my neck.
“I do. I think about you all the time,” I answer honestly.
I thought one kiss from Leon would be enough, but it’s made me want him even more.
“You can never be mine, Erika. You know that, right?” Pulling back, his hard stare guts me because we both know how painfully true that is. “Except I couldn’t stay away. You drive me crazy every single fucking day, and I’ve wanted to taste your sweet lips on mine for longer than you know. When you told me you might keep the door unlocked for me, I wanted to see if you wanted me as much as I want you.”
“I do. Natasha must have forgotten to lock it when she came in after me,” I admit. “But I almost didn’t lock it because I wanted to see what you would do, or whether you were bluffing.”My body temperature rises as I pause, then confess, “I’m happy you’re here.” Ecstatic is more accurate.
