My laugh was hoarse. “Easy? That’s the last word I would use to describe you, Leo. You’ve been so fucking difficult to get close to. Don’t blame me for clutching at any straw possible just to get you to want me even half as much as I want you.”
“You’re so—” He huffed loudly, then grabbed me by the neck and pulled my head down, smashing our lips together in a rough kiss. He released me before I could react. “I make decent money doing my job and can take care of myself. My wanting you has nothing at all to do with how much money you make.”
“You want me?” The ringing in my ears made it difficult to figure out if I’d heard correctly.
“Open the door, Sergei, and let’s finish this inside.”
I’d never moved so fast to obey a command. The blood in the truck bed needed immediate attention since the longer it settled, the harder it would be to get out, but Leo came first. I punched in the code, and the door unlocked.
Our steps echoed off the empty hallway and bare walls. Without a word, Leo looked over the small mountain of stacked boxes to the side as he walked along the hall. They were mostly surveillance equipment I needed for my job. I hadn’t taken them into the office yet. No rush when I was no longer as involved in that side of the business, since Darius had taken over security.
Leo stopped at the entrance to the living room and frowned. “Sergei.”
“Yes?”
“When did you buy this house?”
I scratched the back of my neck, wanting to lie to him but not daring to. He looked at me as if he could see right through me. “I collected the keys four days ago.”
“Why did you buy a house all of a sudden?”
I took a step, then another until we were almost toe to toe. “You didn’t want us to have sex at your place.”
“But you must have lived somewhere before this.”
“It wasn’t good enough for you.”
“Sergei, you did not buy this expensive house just to have sex.” He shook his head, his eyes wide in disbelief. “Do you know how insane that is?”
“It’s not.” I crossed my arms, fighting against the feeling of embarrassment that snuck up on me. I’d done so much to prove how I felt about him, yet he gave so little in return. “You only think that way because you don’t understand how much…”
“What?”
“How much I like you.”
He glanced away, his gaze trained on the wall to the right of my shoulder. “I wish I understood why. I’ve not done anything to encourage you.”
“You being alive is encouragement enough.” I reached for the front of his shirt, gathered the material in my fist, andclung tightly to it. “I know you expect some grand truth, but I wish I knew too why it’s you. All I know is that when you’re angry and sad, I feel like it’s my responsibility to make you happy. When I should be working, I’m constantly distracted, wondering if you’ve eaten. If you’re okay. Did you get home safely? Are you still having trouble sleeping? Then there’s the fact that you’re the smartest man I know. I’ve never given it much thought before, but as it turns out, I realize I’m attracted to how intelligent you are.”
I leaned in to brush my lips lightly over his. “The entire time you were working to keep that guy alive, I was hard as a rock picturing those confident hands on me.”
A soft sigh came from him, and I thought he would push me away, but he slipped his hand into my hair, angled my head, and pressed his lips against mine. “Sergei, you’re such a fool.”
And if he continued kissing me the way he was, I had no problem being a fool for him. With a groan, I rested my hands on his hips and opened my mouth for him when he coaxed me with his tongue. He took a few steps forward, and I retreated until my back hit the wall and I had nowhere else to go.
His mouth moved against mine with a purpose that made my pulse stutter. I could hardly keep up with his tongue sweeping into my mouth, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, his hands tugging at my hair, then slipping down to run over my chest, and finally to grab my ass. My moan filled his mouth, and I pulled him closer until our pelvises were flush against each other. The evidence of his arousal was like an iron rod against mine.
I undulated my hips, gasping for air into my lungs. “Leo…”
His hands seemed to reach me everywhere, mapping the solid line of my hips, sliding forward to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. I was panting by the time his handreached into my boxers and encircled my erection. With a groan, I bucked my hips, welcoming his touch.
“You’re leaking so much, dollface.” He pulled me from my boxers, his head bowing to examine my cock in his hand. The tip was flushed pink and sticky. He pressed his finger to the wetness and spread it over my cock with a slow stroke that had me grunting and had my toes curling.
“You’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you?” He leaned forward as though to kiss me but then eased back before our lips could touch. I reached for him, but he shook his head, and I gave in to him.
Leo was like a witch who had a spell on me. The way his hand slicked over my cock in slow, torturous motions had me arching my back against the wall and thrusting into his fist.
“How badly do you want it, Sergei?” he teased.
