He should probably feel more ridiculous than he did sneaking around, yet there was something sort of thrilling about climbing in through her window even though she was an enthusiastically consenting adult. Once he was standing under her window, he grabbed his phone to text her, but something made him pause. The light was on in her room, its familiar yellow glow catching in his chest. That warmth grew to fill every inch of space until his rib cage couldn’t contain it anymore.
He’d felt this way years ago, standing in the grass and looking up at the magical portal that would usher him into the secret world of the girl he loved. And here he was again. Same girl. Same feelings too, he was starting to realize.
He turned that thought over and found no fear in it, only rightness. Like this was inevitable. They’d set this into motion when they’d run into each other at the country club, despite the insults and the dredged-up hurt. Despite the sex that he’d tried to keep dirty and anonymous, hoping to push her out of his system. Through all of that, he was always destined to end up here with his shoes getting wet in the damp grass because the Foxes still ran their goddamn sprinklers in the evening.
Unable to wait any longer, he tapped out a text:Open your window.
She appeared almost instantly, sliding open the glass and popping the screen. She blew a kiss, then hooked a thumb in the neckline of her T-shirt, pulling it down to expose a fair amount of cleavage, and all of his cautious thoughts blew right out of his head. Fuck, he wanted to do a lot of dirty things to her tonight, but he wanted to start by resting his head right there in the space between her breasts.
Apparently he’d been standing there staring for too long because she rolled her eyes, grabbed her phone, and typed furiously. A moment later, the text popped up:Should I get started without you?
His eyes zipped up to the window just in time to catch her pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the ground. It landed at his feet, and she gave him the briefest glimpse of those soft, amazing tits before she disappeared.
Leo had never made that trip up to her room faster. By the time he crawled through the window and shut it after him, she was on the bed naked. One knee was bent, and she was swirling a finger around one nipple, already flushed that perfect shade of pink that had haunted him for years.
“What took you so long?”
He held up her shirt. “A duchess in a tower threw this at me, and I had to rescue it.”
“My hero,” she crooned, but the playfulness on her face turned molten when he moved to stand at the foot of the bed.
“How quiet do we need to be?” He reached down and grabbed her foot, running his thumb over the curve of her instep and digging into the pressure point she loved.
His touch made her moan, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Quieter than that,” she whispered. “I suppose it’s polite to respect the rules of the house.”
He pulled off his shirt. “Is one of those rules ‘no audible fucking’?”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her bright eyes following his hands as he yanked off his pants. “Maybe a little audible.”
That, he could work with. He stretched out next to her and did exactly what had propelled him up the side of her house so quickly: he buried his face between her breasts and just breathed for a moment, content to be surrounded by the softest, sweetest skin on earth.
He turned slightly to place a kiss on the side of one ivory swell. “Just a little?”
Another kiss, this one closer to her nipple, but he was holding his breath, waiting for her answer.
“Just”—she gasped when his lips closed over the pink tip—“a little.”
He sucked harder and bracketed two fingers around her other nipple and squeezed until she was thrashing underneath him, making soft little sounds, exactly as she’d requested.
She groped around her nightstand until she grabbed a condom, which she all but flung at him. He was no dummy. He rolled it on immediately and was inside her in even less time than it took him to climb through her window.
His first stroke into her made them both gasp, and for a long moment they just looked at each other. Her gaze traveled from his eyes to his mouth, his hair, his chin, like she was committing every part of him to memory. And he would’ve done the same if he hadn’t already cataloged every one of her expressions, every minor shift in muscle and mood that made her face so endlessly fascinating to him. Hell, he’d devour every part of her if he could, consume her so he never had to be without her again.
He slid his hands into her hair and held her in place so he could kiss her as he thrust into her wet heat, his heart throbbing in his chest every time his cock slid home. It had been such a long drought, and touching her was like drinking from the coolest, freshest water source imaginable.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you.” She stroked a hand down his back, and his rhythm stuttered at hearing her speaking a version of his own thoughts out loud.
What else could he do but kiss her and kiss her and kiss her some more? When he was finally able to tear his mouth away, he pushed himself up to lean back on his knees. He wanted to watch her face when she came.
He slowed his thrusts, making them methodical. Not too slow, not too fast. His thumb found her clit and circled it until her back arched. The sight of her unraveling was too much.
“The way your tits move when I’m fucking you,” he growled. “Fuck, Dutch. It’s killing me.”
He slammed into her, making her breasts bounce one more time before he fell forward to press them together, biting and licking and sucking her until he felt her start to clench around him.
“Give it to me.” He slid his hand down to her clit one more time, and all it took was another sweep of his fingers before she cried out and he surged upward to catch the noise in his mouth, to swallow her ecstasy as he emptied himself inside her.
Afterward, they lay side by side as their breathing returned to normal, and she gave a shaky laugh. “That might have been too loud.”
