He kissed down her stomach, pausing to explore the dip of her navel, the jut of her hipbones. Her jeans were an obstacle he eliminated with quick efficiency, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside.
She lay beneath him in nothing but black cotton underwear, her skin flushed, her hair fanned across the pillow in wild tangles. The scent of her arousal was strong, intoxicating, making the beast inside him pace with impatience.
“You’re still dressed,” she pointed out, her voice breathless. “That’s not fair.”
“I’ll catch up.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear. “Lift your hips.”
She complied, and he drew the fabric down her legs, revealing her completely. For a moment, Leo looked. The thatch of auburn curls between her thighs. The slick evidence of her want. The way her legs fell open for him, trusting and eager.
“You’re staring again.”
“Savoring.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then higher, to the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will literally hex you if you stop right now.”
He laughed against her skin and continued his path upward.
The first touchof his tongue made her cry out.
Leo groaned at her taste—salt and sweet and purely Junie. He licked a broad stroke through her folds, learning the shape of her, and felt her thighs tremble on either side of his head.
“Oh god, Leo?—”
He explored her with thorough patience. Long, slow licks that had her squirming against the sheets. Quick flicks against her clit that made her gasp. He learned what made her moan and what made her whimper, logging every response with the same attention to detail he brought to everything important.
When he found her entrance with his tongue and pressed inside, she nearly came off the bed. He held her hips down with one arm, keeping her still while he worked her with his tongue, tasting her arousal, feeling her body clench around him.
“Please, please, please?—”
He moved his mouth to her clit, circling it slowly, teasing. Building her higher without letting her fall. She growled desperate sounds, her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to sting in the best way.
He slid one finger inside her, groaning at the tight heat that gripped him. She was so wet, so ready, and the creature inside him roared at him to take, to claim, to bury himself in her and never let go.
“More.” She gasped. “Leo, I need?—”
He added a second finger, curling them to find the spot that made her whole body clench. There. Right there. He stroked itin rhythm with his tongue, building her higher, listening to her breathing go ragged and desperate.
“Leo, I’m going to…I can’t?—”
He didn’t let up. His fingers worked inside her, his tongue relentless on her clit, and he felt the moment she broke. Her inner walls clamped around his fingers, her thighs clenched around his head, and she cried out his name as the orgasm crashed through her.
He worked her through it, gentling his touch as the waves subsided, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she came down. Only when her body stopped trembling did he lift his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
She was sprawled boneless against the sheets, breathing hard, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“That was…” She seemed to struggle for words, her voice wrecked. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Good.” He crawled up her body, dropping kisses along the way—her hip, her stomach, the valley between her breasts. “That was the goal.”
“Your turn.” Her hands found his shirt, still mostly buttoned. “Off. Now. I want to touch you.”
She undressedhim with the same focused intensity he’d shown her.
His shirt went first, her fingers making quick work of the buttons before pushing the fabric off his shoulders.
Her hands dropped to his belt, and his breath caught. She worked the buckle open, then the button of his slacks, then the zipper. When her fingers brushed against his erection through the thin cotton of his boxers, his hips jerked involuntarily.
“Sensitive.” She observed with a wicked smile.
