Swoon.
I lay my hand on his solid shoulder and stare into his emerald eyes that are my kryptonite. He glides his nose down mine.
“I love the sound of us dating,” I tell him. I want every ounce of romance. The dates, the walking hand in hand with him in the rain, the snow, meals out, movie nights, everything. We’ve been doing this for years, minus the kissing and intimacy. Now I want it all.
His mouth is close enough again that I can see the fair stubble that frames his wickedly sexy lips. I close the small distance, planting a soft kiss on them.
“We’re doing this,” he whispers against my mouth as he nods.
“Yes.” Finally.
“And we take things slow.”
“Yes.” With his still hard cock resting between us, I’d agree to anything and happily let him fuck me into next week with that piercing of his. But not now.
Reassuringly, neither of us is willing to destroy what we already have; instead, we plan to make it even more beautiful than it is now.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Erika
I wake up on my side with a grunt that sounds almost wild, like the noise a hibernating animal makes when someone dares to wake it. My eyelids crack open, slam shut, then flutter again as the morning light stings and my brain tries to reboot.
But I don’t need full consciousness to know one thing: I amsweltering.
Not warm—volcanic.
Molten.
And I can’t move because a pair of thick, impossibly powerful arms are locked around my waist from behind, holding me tight against a furnace of a man.
I glance around the room, and as soon as recognition hits, last night comes barreling into my mind: chaotic, overwhelming. Beautifully life-changing.
I’m in Leon’s bed.
And Leon’s entire body is wrapped around mine like he’s been craving this.
Which explains why the large, hot hand currently cupping my breast is… his.
And the thigh thrown over my hip? His.
The breath warming my neck? His.
And the…very eagerlength nestled between my ass cheeks?
Definitely his.
My body freezes, but my heart sprints, pounding so hard it feels like it might bruise my ribs.
This—this exact position—is something I used to fantasize about before shutting the image down for my own sanity.
And now it’s real.
Real and ridiculously perfect.
I stay still, savoring every second. Leon’s warmth seeps into me like he’s branding me, claiming me. Everything about being held by him feels natural, inevitable.
A tiny, involuntary whimper escapes me right as my hips shift back against him. Leon’s groan vibrates through my spine, low and sinful, and I swear I feel him thicken against my panties.
