I respond to her next kiss with equal hunger, the raw intensity of our connection burning between us. With each brush of our lips, I savor her taste and the soft feel of her skin.
Leigh winds her arms around my neck, and I lift her to the counter, hands curved beneath her. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pressing her hips against mine until I’m aching, my whole body burning with need. Every brush of her fingers sends sparks racing beneath my skin. Our kisses grow heated, messy with need as she strips away my defenses—jacket and shirtfalling to the warm tiles below. Her mouth maps the tattoos across my chest. I shudder, and my muscles tense as her tongue traces each line. When she blazes a path up my throat, my pulse hammers beneath her lips, and I forget how to breathe.
Fuck. Leigh drives me crazy in ways I never thought possible.
Before her, I used to calculate every move. My every action served as a careful step toward my next goal. But since meeting her, I’ve learned to surrender to the moment. It goes against everything I am and yet pleasing her comes as naturally as breathing.
A soft whimper escapes her lips as I end our kiss, lowering myself to kneel at her altar. I take her panties with me, reverent in my worship. Her head tips back as I spread her thighs, and the sight of her steals my breath. Her arousal overwhelms my senses until I have to close my eyes, groaning with barely contained need.
Fucking perfect, and so fuckingmine.
As I ease my fingers inside Leigh, she rewards me with a breathless curse. I capture her clit between my lips, and her moan of ecstasy sends a jolt straight to my groin. No longer able to hold back, I let myself devour her.
“You taste so good,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “Such a good girl. So soft.”
“Oh, fuck!” she gasps as she rides my tongue.
“I want to memorize every sound you make,” I say, flicking her swollen nub repeatedly.
Leigh shatters for me, my name falling from her lips between desperate pants. Her fingers clutch my hair as steam dances around us, clouding the mirror. As her breathing steadies, I slide my fingers free and raise them to her mouth. When she takes them between her lips, sucking them clean with wicked intent, a primal groan rips through me. I’ve had plenty of sex before, but with Leigh, it’s different. She matches my need for need, and theknowledge that I’m the only one who gets to see her like this—wild and wanting—sets my blood singing.
I want her so badly that sometimes it’s all I can think about.
She’s my curse and my salvation. Myeverything.
“Please,” she begs. The corner of my mouth lifts. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I loosen my belt. The sound of leather sliding through fabric loops seems unnaturally loud. Leigh’s hands replace mine, making quick work of my remaining clothes. When she wraps her fingers around my length, I curse under my breath. The sight of my dick, hard and heavy in her delicate palm, sends heat rushing through my veins.
Leigh’s eyes darken, and her tongue darts out to wet her full lips.
Her hand strokes me deliberately, each pump making my breath catch. She scoots to the edge of the sink, spreading her thighs wide, and the sight of her glistening center makes my mouth water.
“I’m still throbbing from your mouth,” she pants, “but I need more. Need all of you.”
A low growl escapes my throat as I dive to capture her lips with mine, claiming her with a bruising kiss. “Hold on to me,” I command, my voice rough. I align myself with her slick entrance, the heat of her already threatening my control. Leigh’s fingers dig into my shoulders, and when our eyes lock, I see that familiar wild gleam in hers. But as I press forward, stretching her slowly, that gleam transforms into something more desperate, her eyes widening with pleasure. “Don’t. Let. Go.” Each word punctuates a gentle thrust, watching as she takes me inch by inch.
“Never,” she says in a throaty whisper.
A cry tears from Leigh’s throat as I sink all the way inside her. Her long legs squeeze my hips, intensifying the pressure. Myeyes roll back as I curse. “Gods, Leigh.” I pull out, just to thrust back in harder and faster than before. Her moans bleed through the walls, a sound that often replays in my dreams.
“You are amazing,” she pants, sounding desperate as she watches me enter her repeatedly. “Like you were made for me.”
“You fit me like a glove, so tight and perfect.”
My heart races as I dive into her with a measured force. Her nails leave crescents on my shoulders as I go in for another charged kiss, all passion and untamed need. We aren’t being quiet, but I can’t care. Lately, our time together has been stolen moments wherever and whenever we can find them. But right now, I want to savor every second, every sensation.
“Holy fuck!” she gasps, body arching. “Don’t stop. Please . . . don’t stop.”
She looks intoxicating like this, but I can’t stop imagining turning her to face that mirror. Having her watch as I take her from behind, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her lipstick smeared from our kisses.
“Turn around,” I command, my voice barely recognizable to my ears.
Leigh’s laugh is pure sin. It’s dark and promising as she slides off the counter. My breath catches as she turns, presenting herself with a deliberate slowness that makes my mouth go dry. Those perfect curves, the elegant arch of her spine as she leans forward . . . The sight of her offering herself like this shorts out my brain. My hand connects with her flesh before I can stop myself, the sharp crack of the slap echoing off the bathroom walls. Her surprised gasp is music to my ears, but it’s nothing compared to the desperate moan that follows as I drop to my knees. I press my lips to the reddened skin, soothing the sting with my tongue, tasting her skin.
“Stop torturing me,” she groans, undulating her hips.
“How can I? Your body is a feast.”
