“You were just going to walk around my place in my shirt, no fucking bra on, and not even make a move?” His voice is incredulous. “And now you expect me to just take it off, not getting to see that beauty?” I let out a disbelieving laugh, then shift my hips forward again, trying to get some kind of friction against the throbbing between my legs.
“If you fuck me, I’ll put it back on after, and this time I’ll leave the shorts off too.”
“Fuck,” he groans, low and long, and it makes my core tighten.
“Leo,” I whisper, and his lips drop again to my neck, peppering kisses to the skin there. My chin tips, trying to give him more room to work, and my hands reach for his shirt. “Please. I want you.”
That, thankfully, seems to do the trick.
“Whatever you want, honey, I’m going to give to you.”
He steps away from the wall, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom before tossing me on his bed. Reaching behind himself, he pulls his tee off, and I hold my breath as finally, all of those delectable muscles that have been tempting me for weeks are revealed.
He’s fucking magnificent.
It’s actually illegal that he hides those broad shoulders beneath business suits, that his chest, speckled with the perfect amount of chest hair, leading to and disappearing beneath his shorts, isn't on billboards. For a moment, I contemplate starting a petition to make him an honorary firefighter so he can be on one of those hot firefighter calendars.
I’d buy every damn copy.
But those thoughts are gone as soon as they come when he steps towards the bed, a determined look on his face as he puts a knee to the mattress and starts to crawl up my body, hooking his thumbs in the bottom of the tee and pushing it up as he goes.
My breath freezes in my lungs when I feel his hot lips against my belly, placing a gentle kiss on each inch of skin he exposes.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I get one right beneath, then one right above my belly button, another at the side of my rib cage, and then another on the underside of my breast. When he reveals a nipple, he groans, a sound that seems involuntary before he presses his lips there, then to the other, as if he wants every inch of my body to know just how much he appreciates it.
I have never felt so wanted in my life.
“Leo,” I breathe as he pulls the tee over my head and throws it into the corner before dropping his lips to mine once more. His tongue slides against mine, and one of my hands rests on his chest, feeling the firm flex of muscles there before attempting to slide lower, to get to his shorts, to move things along because the need in me is unprecedented.
Before I can, though, his lips move again as he reverses his trail of kisses, this time adding tongue, tasting me as he moves back down. I watch with bated breath, gasping and arching when he moves to my nipple once more, laving each one like he’dbe happy doing it all night long before continuing down, down, down.
Finally, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his too-big shorts and slides them down, groaning when he sees I also didn’t put my underwear back on, but this time he doesn’t question it. Instead, he removes them and slides his body down until he’s nearly face-to-face with my pussy. Without meaning to, I tighten, something I think he catches if the moan that leaves his lips is anything to go by.
That’s when I realize what his intention is, and nerves fill me. “Leo, you don’t have to,” I say, shaking my head.
“I know that,” he says, not even bothering to look up at me as he continues to move, pressing a gentle kiss right on my center. something soft and almost reverent.
“Leo, it’s—” I start, but my words cut off as his head dips, as he flattens his tongue against me and drags his tongue up along my center in one long, slow lick.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I force myself to stay focused.
“Leo, really. I don’t want…” My breath hitches as he uses his thumbs to spread me and groans at what he sees there. Holy fuck. That noise alone could sustain me for the rest of my life, I think. I take in a deep breath to focus.
“Leo,” I say, fingers moving through his hair and tugging so he looks up my body at him.
Stay focused, Willa,I tell myself, because the visual of looking down my naked body at a half-naked Leo lying between my legs, looking like he’s settling in to have a good old time, is almost enough to distract me. Almost.
“Leo, you don’t have to do that. I can’t…you know, like that.”
His brows furrow, confusion crossing his face for the first time.
“You can’t what?”
A blush burns on my cheeks, and I bite my lip, something his eyes track with precision.
