Sitting up, I sigh in frustration. This is never going to work. I’m too keyed up. The best bet for me tonight is to make a glass of tea and try to calm down. Grabbing a pair of sweats, I slide them on, then make my way out of my bedroom.
Quietly ambling into my kitchen, I come to an abrupt stop when I find Ella at the stove, waiting for my tea kettle to heat up. Fucking hell. She’s wearing an oversized shirt that hangs down to just above her knees, and it looks somewhat familiar. “Is that my shirt?”
Ella shrieks, jumping as she whirls around, her eyes wide. When I see the front of the shirt is almost completely faded, where I can barely make out the Denver Wolves logo, I know it’s mine. “Jesus, Leo! You scared me half to death!”
I ignore that. “You still sleep in that? When did I give that to you?”
Her face flames in embarrassment. “I’m not sure you gave it tome. I think I may have liberated it from your closet when we were in high school.”
I take a step toward her. “How often do you wear it? Looks pretty worn out.”
“I don’t know,” she murmurs, her eyes wide as I take another step.
“Do you still have all of the clothes you’ve liberated from my closets over the years? There must be a couple of hoodies in there too.”
Ella bites her lip as she nods. “Three hoodies.”
I take another step, my heart beating erratically, sensing a change in the air. It’s heavy, primed with anticipation. “Do you wear them often?”
She nods again. “They’re comfortable. And they …”
“They what?” I ask when she trails off, and I step even closer. So close our toes almost touch.
Ella sighs. “They’ve always made me feel closer to you.”
God dammit.
I’m not sure who moves first. All I know is one moment Ella is looking at me, and the next she’s in my arms, her lips plastered to mine.
It’s my first kiss since we broke up. Years I’ve gone without this connection, because I couldn’t kiss anyone unless it was her. Kissing is one of the most intimate things we do in life. I wasn’t about to give that to someone else.
Ella sighs against me, and I pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around me. I feel the heat of her core hitting my rapidly growing cock, and I revel in it. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the sex, sure. But this moment, where we’re caught up in the feel of each other, is perfection.
Sliding a hand up her spine and into her hair, I grip her head, moving it to the side so I can deepen the kiss. Her tongue tentatively skirts out to touch mine, and I groan. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I suck it deeper into my mouth. I take a step to theright, away from the stove, and set her down on the counter. I need my hands to be available, because I can’t wait another moment. I have to touch her, right fucking now.
Breaking off the kiss, I drag my lips along her chin and onto her neck, enjoying the tiny moans and whimpers of pleasure Ella lets out quietly. I nibble on her collarbone as my hands slide up and down her thighs, goosebumps erupting in their wake. I’m remembering every curve of her body like I just touched her yesterday. The curve of her hips, the divot above her ass, the spot on the back of her knee that is remarkably ticklish. I’ve explored every inch of her, and God, I didn’t know how much I missed it. How desperately I’ve craved her.
As I begin to slide my fingers up the inside of her thighs, feeling heat the closer I get to her pussy, the tea kettle screams, making both of us jolt. Ella pushes me away, jumping down from the counter. Her eyes are wild, but I can’t get over how deliciously swollen her lips are. Ella takes the kettle off the burner, then looks at me.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” she stammers, crossing her arms over her chest, not knowing it pushes her tits out more. I’m bummed I didn’t get a handful before the kettle was done.
“Agree to disagree,” I respond easily, stepping back so I’m leaning on the opposite counter. Her mouth drops open. “What?”
“You think thatshouldhave happened?” she asks incredulously.
I shrug. “Yeah. I’d like it to happen again. Often, actually. With less clothing.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my Leo?”
I smile wolfishly. “YourLeo?”
“You know I didn’t mean that literally,” Ella snaps.
“You may not think so, but it’s my opinion that your subconscious is working here. I think even your body knows what it needs.”
Ella shakes her head vehemently. “No. We’re not doing this. I’mnot — I’m not in a place where I can do this, Leo. I’m just not. That kiss never should have happened.”
She rushes past me, but I grab her wrist. “You can deny all you want, Ladybug. But this is happening, whether you want to admit it or not.”
