HE’S SO CONFUSING. I can’t understand him. Just when I think that I’ve created some sort of made up connection between us, he pulls me into his arms and dances with me all night. All night! My body now knows what it’s like to be pressed up against his—what it feels like to have his hands holding my hips and keeping me close. I know what he smells like, and how his bare skin feels coated in a thin layer of sweat. But more than all of that, I know that I want more.
Except, since the second we stepped off that dance floor, it’s like he’s a completely different person. I sat right next to him in Ashley’s truck on the ride back to the house, and again in the golf cart. He didn’t look or speak to me at all. I really don’t know what his deal is. And as much as I want to pretend that it doesn’t hurt my feelings—this back and forth—I can’t help it. It feels like he’s toying with me, and I don’t understand why.
As soon as we walk into the house, Frank mumbles a tired goodnight, heading toward his room on the opposite end of the house. I watch him go, wishing he didn’t feel so tuckered out. I’m wired, not nearly ready to go to sleep, and some company would have been nice. Seeing as that doesn’t seem like an option, I reluctantly make my way back to my room, thinking maybe I could work on some stuff for dad until I get tired.
I feel Leo at my back, and my shoulders slump in disappointment. I really did have a good time with him tonight. While he might be acting strange, that doesn’t mean I have to be rude. That said, when I reach the space between our bedrooms, I turn before he has a chance to shut the door in my face again.
“Leo?” I call out.
He looks over his shoulder at me, his face expressionless, and I feel myself shrinking back in timidity.
Before I lose my nerve entirely, I murmur, “Thank you. For tonight. Thank you for dancing with me.”
He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, I watch as he continues to stare at me before he drops his chin to his chest. Lifting his arms, he grabs hold of either side of the doorjamb under which he stands. His grip is tight—I can tell by the way his muscles bulge in his forearms—and I find myself unable to look away. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to know.
My eyes grow wide when he spins around, and I gasp when—in one step—he closes the distance between us. My stomach clenches at the same time that my heart skips a beat as he lifts his hand to take hold of the side of my neck. With his thumb, he pushes my chin up so that I have no place else to look but into his blue-green eyes.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice low and grumbly.
I shake my head slightly, confused about what he’s asking. “I don’t—I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bullshit, baby,” he practically growls, pulling me closer.
My cheeks heat up in a blush at his term of endearment, and my breath hitches in my throat as my hands fly up to brace myself against his chest. When I see his pupils dilate at my touch, I can’t stop myself from melting against him.
“Like I said. Bullshit. We doing this?”
I don’t know what all this entails, but I can hardly breathe thinking of what it could mean. I close my eyes, furrowing my brow as I grip two fistfuls of his shirt. I give myself a quick pep-talk, reminding myself that this won’t mean anything. We’re just two bodies who want each other, and the weekend is here. He is here. I’ll never have this moment again, and I want it—I want it so badly.
My heart pounding in my chest, I glance up at him from beneath my lashes and offer him a nod. That’s apparently all the affirmation he needs. The next thing I know, he’s got an arm barred behind my legs, just beneath my ass, and I’m lifted up into his arms. I squeal in surprise, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, and his eyes flash again as they find mine.
“You’re in my bed tonight,” he states, carrying me the short distance across the hall. This time, when he slams the door closed, he does it looking right at me.
The only light on in the room shines dimly from the two lamps that sit atop the nightstands, which flank the bed. It’s all the light I need to see the hunger clearly expressed in the black holes that are his pupils. When he reaches up and buries his fingers in my hair, taking hold of the back of my neck, I don’t resist his pull. My heart jumps and sputters as our lips touch in a hard, closed-mouth exchange. I whimper, spreading my legs and wrapping them around his waist as he pries my lips open with his tongue.
I kiss him back as desperately as I feel, and he growls, palming the left side of my ass and squeezing my flesh through my shorts. I open my mouth wider, loving the way he uses his tongue so generously, wanting to taste more of him—all of him. When he pulls away abruptly, I look down at him in question, my breaths so shallow it sounds as if I’m panting.
No man has ever made me pant before.
He squeezes my ass again and then leans down, signaling for me to let him go and stand on my own two feet. I’m disappointed in the loss of his touch for only a moment. In the second that follows, he reaches back behind his head, pulling off his black t-shirt and discarding it on the floor.
If panties could combust…
My purse slips off my shoulder, and I do nothing to stop it. I feel myself growing even more aroused just looking at him—the image of some Greek god. Or even better—a Greek warrior. My nipples harden as I think about what it might be like to lick every single chiseled line that defines the muscles that make up his chest. I know, without even seeing the rest of him, that tonight is going to be a night I’ll never forget. Not ever. Not in a million years. Not a single detail will be lost from this moment forward.
I’m pulled from my musings when Leo grips hold of my chin, tilting my head back so that he can see into my eyes. If I look hard enough, I think I can make out the slightest curve to his lips, whispering of his amusement—but before I can be sure, he speaks.
“Clothes. Off.”
I hesitate as he drops his hand away from my face, unexpectedly nervous about what I have to offer. I’m definitely not some Greek goddess, that’s for sure. I do take care of myself, but I’m not nearly as curvy as Corie. I’m also pale, because I don’t spend enough time in the sun. Even when I do catch a few rays, I slather myself in sunscreen—a habit I formed after mom got sick.
I’m so preoccupied by my quick, physical self-evaluation, I miss it when Leo takes off his boots and drops his pants. It isn’t until he calls my name, my gaze snapping in his direction, that I realize all he’s got on is a pair of black boxer briefs. His stiff cock tents the fabric, making my stomach clench and my mouth water. Even covered up, I can tell he’s by far the most impressive length I’ve ever come across.
“Jill,” he calls out, taking hold of my chin once more. Embarrassment sending a rush of blood straight to my cheeks, I meet his gaze before he mutters, “Can’t fuck you in those clothes—and I intend to fuck you until you’ve come so hard you see the fucking stars, baby.”
I nod as I pant—definitely panting—and immediately reach for the hem of my shirt. As I wrench it off of my body, tossing it onto the floor, I do so taking him at his word. Of course, all men boast of being able to get you there, but in my experience, it’s mostly just false bravado. Yet, there’s something about Leo—something about his confidence and the way he declared his promise—it makes me want to believe him, so I do.
I shimmy out of my shorts, slipping my feet from my sandals next. After I straighten, now standing in nothing but my soft, cheeky, purple spandex underwear and matching padded bra, I look up at him, wondering how naked I’m supposed to be. He steps toward me, his dick poking my stomach as he bends down and kisses me ardently. He holds the back of my neck, supporting me, and all I can do is tangle my tongue with his.
Just as before, he pulls away abruptly, the tip of his nose touching mine as he grunts, “All of it. Now.”
Remembering his promise of an orgasm, and willing myself to be brave, I bend my arms to reach for the back hook of my bra. After I’ve succeeded at unfastening it, I look down my cheeks, allowing the garment to slink along my arms before landing at our feet. His grip in my hair tightens as I curl my thumbs into the sides of my panties, pushing them down my hips before shimming my legs. The soft fabric tickles my ankles, and I step out of my last piece of clothing, now far too bashful to meet his eyes.
I press my thighs together when I see his hand slide into his boxer briefs, his fingers wrapping around his hard length before he gives himself a squeeze. Taking that as a good sign, I lift my eyes to his chest, waiting for his next set of instructions. I’m not sure what to do with myself. Now that we’re naked, the thought of touching him without some sort of permission is intimidating.
My jaw falls open when he yanks at my hair, forcing my neck back. Startled, I wonder if this was a mistake, if I’ve somehow missed something and he’s—
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he insists, interrupting my thoughts. He steps closer to me, sliding his free hand around my side before drawing me against him. “I’m not gentle, but I would never hurt a woman. Especially not one in my bed.”
Managing a swallow, I nod as much as his grip will allow.
“Go lay down,” he says softly, tipping his chin behind me. “I’m right behind you.”
“Okay,” I whisper in response.
He lets go of my hair, and I turn toward the bed. On shaky legs, not at all sure what I’ve gotten myself into, I do as I’m told, crossing the large room. Still too nervous to look back at him, I take the liberty of turning down the sheets before crawling in between them. I lay down in the center of the mattress, resting my head on one of his pillows.
Just as he said he’d be, he’s right behind me. Only, he’s no longer wearing any underwear; and before he joins me, he tosses a handful of condoms on the nightstand. I don’t ask where he got those from, too distracted by the sight of his incredibly impressive and slightly scary dick. I mean, at his height, one would guess he was packing something substantial, but shit!
I don’t have a chance to dwell on it as he gets into bed beside me, covering himself from the waist down before turning on his side. He props himself up on his elbow, staring down at me as he places a hand between my breasts. I don’t know how long I hold my breath, too lost in his touch as his fingers trail down my stomach and beneath the sheets. I suck in a lungful of air when his hand finds its way between my legs. As he traces the tips of his fingers along my slit, he grunts.
“Fuck, yes,” he mumbles before taking me in another bruising kiss.
I’m so wet that when he glides a finger inside of me, he meets no resistance. After a couple easy strokes, my knees fall open even wider as he adds another finger. When he groans into my mouth, coaxing even more of my arousal, I’m sure I don’t remember ever being this turned on before.
“Talk to me,” he mutters against my lips, curling his fingers inside of me.
“What?” I ask on a sigh, feeling confused and dizzy with desire. “I don’t, I mean—what?”
“Not you.”
I open my mouth to ask him who he could possibly be referring to, but my words are lost, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when the tips of his fingers hit in just the right spot. I free an embarrassingly loud moan, never having felt such a wonderful sensation before.
“There it is,” he grunts, feeling for it again. This time, when he hits it, he dips his head, sucking my nipple between his lips. The third time he hits it, his teeth biting down on my hardened bud, the shock of pain mixed with the spark of pleasure makes me feel downright unstable.
Again, he hits that undeniably magical button inside of me, this time sucking my nipple—and sucking it hard. I arch my back, burying my fingers in his hair as I cry out, my orgasm ripping through me in the most delightful way. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me as my core flutters around him, and I can feel my arousal dripping from my center.
“Leo—what was that?” I ask, breathless when he finally pulls his fingers free.
He doesn’t answer me right away, but plants a hand on the opposite side of me before fitting his hips between my legs. My eyes widen, my clit pulses, and I grow even more short of breath at the sight and feel of this gorgeous naked man above me. It’s even better than I imagined it could be—times a million. I’ve never felt so small and, yet, so safe—so protected in all my life.
It takes me a second to remember I asked him a question, and I almost forget again when he rubs his hard cock through my wetness. “Leo,” I whisper, reaching on either side of me to curl my fingers around the sheet beneath us.
“I’ll suit up in a second.”
“Okay, but—but—what was that? Before? I’ve never—”
Dropping his forehead to rest against mine, he mutters, “We’re just warming up, baby.”
He kisses me once and then lifts onto his knees. I watch as he reaches for a condom, my eyes following his fingers as he sheathes himself, tossing the wrapper aside. He then looks down at me, twirls a finger, and demands, “Turn over. On your hands and knees.”
I balk up at him, unnerved by his request. The thought of not only turning my back to him, but sticking my ass in the air—it’s definitely more adventurous than I’ve ever tried. It also seems a bit embarrassing. As boring as it might be, I’ve really only ever been in two positions—on my back or on top, each instance allowing me to see my partner’s face.
“Jill,” he rumbles, twirling his finger again. “On your hands and knees.”
I nod, coming to the conclusion that if I don’t do as he asks, I’ll look like a scared little girl. We’ve been naked for less than fifteen minutes, and already he’s given me the most intense orgasm of my life. This certainty isn’t my first sexual experience, but something tells me that by the time he’s through with me, I’ll be questioning that fact very seriously.
Once I’ve positioned myself as he’s requested, he curls himself around me—his dick grazing over my clit, the heat of his chest radiating across my back. He rocks his hips slowly, soaking the condom as he teases me. I’m so nervous, I can barely appreciate the sensation.
“Relax,” he whispers, his hot breath felt through my hair as he speaks directly into my ear. A shiver runs down my spine as he gathers all of my blonde strands from one shoulder, brushing them across my back and over my other shoulder. When he presses a kiss just behind my ear, one of his hands holding my hip to steady me, I think back on his warning about not being gentle. In this moment, I’m not so sure he had that right. I close my eyes, concentrating on the tender strokes of his dick over my entrance, relaxing as I allow myself to trust him.
Then, his hand tightening its hold on my hip, he mutters, “Brace yourself.”
My eyes fly open right before he plunges his cock inside of me. I cry out, not in pleasure, but in discomfort. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex—and I’ve never known a dick the size of his. Nevertheless, he doesn’t stop pounding into me relentlessly.
“Leo!” I choke, extending a hand to better brace myself against the headboard. “Leo, I—”
“Stop thinking,” he grunts, letting go of my hip. He slides his hand around to my belly and then down between my legs, his first two fingers finding my clit with ease. “Feel me, baby. Take me. Just let go,” he insists, rubbing sure, firm circles around my sensitive nub.
I can’t help but to obey, his touch making a new warmth burn within me. Soon, I’m so wet, his cock is drenched. I no longer feel discomfort, and as I surrender myself to his mercy, I can sense the connection I’ve felt with him all along.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, abandoning my clit as he grips my hips, using both hands this time.
He takes me hard and fast. With each plunge of his solid length, my pleasure multiplies. When his hands start to explore the bare skin of my back, feeling along my sides and down my spine, I sigh, completely captivated by his touch. This time, when he reaches for my hair, gripping a handful and yanking my head back, I’m not afraid. I yield to his tug, arching my back, allowing him to enter me at a different angle—a better angle. I moan, surprising myself when I realize I want more. He gives it to me, over and over, and I take him, my body growing slick with sweat as he sets me on fire from the inside out.
He brings me to the edge, but I’m afraid I’ll never topple over. As amazing as he feels, I’ve already come once. It’s unprecedented for me to come twice in one relationship, let alone one night. I’m starting to wonder how much longer he’ll be able to last when he lets go of my hair and hooks his arm around my chest. His hand palming one of my breasts, he lifts up onto his knees, taking me with him—my sticky back pressed against his slick chest.
I rest my head on his shoulder, turning so that my forehead is pressed against his neck. I can feel his quick pulse, mine pounding in my ears a notch faster.
“Need you to come, Jill,” he tells me, his breath heavy.
“I can’t,” I pant, shaking my head at him.
“Bullshit, baby,” he grunts, pressing a hand to my lower abdomen.
For reasons I can’t explain, the added pressure is exactly what I need. On his next upward thrust, I feel a spark—much like I did before, when his fingers were inside of me. I whimper, reaching up to grab hold of the back of his neck as I arch. I feel out of control when he rams into me again, and my body starts to tremble.
“Don’t stop—oh, shit—don’t stop!”
Not only does he not stop, but as he thrusts inside of me, he dips his head, his mouth clamping down around the fleshy part of my shoulder. With a growl, he sinks his teeth into me, and it’s then that I detonate—my climax hitting me so intensely, I think I might be crying. Leo then slides his hand down a little further, rubbing my clit as he lifts his head. He frees a loud roar, plunging himself into me before his body locks up, his orgasm obviously having struck him in full force. As he twitches inside of me, I continue to flutter around him, my whole body shaking as I push his hand away from my sensitive flesh.
When he begins to relax at my back, he doesn’t let me go. He sucks on my shoulder—in the same spot that he bit me—and eases his dick out of my core. Content to stay in his arms, his tongue licking my skin, the room reeking of sex and sweat, I lean back against him, keeping one arm securely wrapped around his neck.
“That was…I’ve never…” I shake my head, unable to complete a single thought as I continue to try and catch my breath.
Bringing his lips to my ear, he squeezes my breast and murmurs, “No way in fuck am I even close to being done with you.”
Ignoring the blush in my cheeks, I smile, twisting so that I can see his face. His expression is completely serious, and my smile slips as I continue to gaze at him. Silence settles over us, and I decide that I’m not at all sure what to make of this man. But then he kisses me—hard, deep, and wet—and I know one thing for sure.
Tonight, I’m his, and I want more.