“Do we need condoms?” Leo asks, stealing a kiss. Long and drugging.
“I’m clean. I got tested at the doctor.”
Leo licks his lips. “I am too.”
I reach between us, lining his cock up at my entrance. Leo slides in easily. “Fuck. Fuck, Reagan.”
Sweat clings to his brow as he pumps into me, long and slow.
“Harder, Leo.”
He pauses, resting his weight above me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not fragile. I won’t break.”
Leo’s jaw tics before he flips us over, his dick filling me as I settle over him. Grabbing onto the fine muscles of his chest, I start to move. His hands settle on my hips, not guiding my movements but holding on.
“You look so hot like this, Rae.” Leo leans up, burrowing his face between my breasts, one hand holding me to him.
I shift, taking him at a different angle—deeper, but turning so his lips can capture my nipple.
“Someone’s needy.” His hot breath pulls me closer to the edge.
“You make me needy.” I hold his head to me, picking up the pace. My breath becomes uneven. Pleasure shoots down my spine, building. Digging my fingers into Leo’s back, my vision blurs as colors dance behind my eyes.
“Leo.”
“I know.” He takes over, pulling my body flat against his. Planting his feet, he thrusts deep inside me. Hard. Fast. Going so far inside me, that I feel like I’m splitting in two as my orgasm slams into me.
Moans are swallowed as Leo’s lips overwhelm mine. My sated body molds to his as his hands cup my ass, and after a few more thrusts I can feel Leo coming inside me. His uneven breathing matches mine as we both slowly come down from our highs.
“Feel better now?”
Leo spins us to our sides but stays inside me. I throw a leg over his hip, keeping him where he is, not quite ready to lose the connection between us.
“Yes. As long as we keep doing that, I think I’ll be okay.”
Leo pushes my hair back from my face. His hand moves down my chest, a single finger gliding over my nipple, then brushing over my stomach. A hook behind my belly button pulls me closer to him. I want his hands all over me.
A knowing smile on his face tells me he likes my reaction. If I weren’t so happy and sated, it might bother me. But it doesn’t.
“That is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
Chapter Thirteen
Reagan
Leo is gone the next morning, as in not beside me in bed. It should bother me more, but if this is going to strictly be a friends with benefits thing, or more so, baby daddy with benefits, then I guess it’s better to keep it uncomplicated.
Throwing on a large T-shirt, one that comes down to my thighs, I wander out into Leo’s flat. Now that the morning sickness has passed, I finally feel like I can eat. Leo’s door is closed. He must still be asleep. It was a long day of travel—followed by a long night in bed.
Digging through his barren cabinets, I find the two things that look appetizing. Tim Tams and Vegemite. Knowing where the oasis is, I make my way to his rooftop garden.
It’s peaceful up here with the sounds of the city muted, and the view from so high is spectacular. It’s not the worst hardship in the world to have to stay with Leo.
Opening the food, I dig in. The Vegemite is the perfect counter to the sweetness of the cookies. Not the best breakfast in the world, but after yesterday, a little indulgence isn’t going to be the end of the world.
“What in the hell are you eating?” Leo’s voice carries through the small space. I didn’t hear him come out.
