Chapter 6
Jasmine gasped for breath as Leo ravaged her now puffy lips, the skin feeling swollen from his kisses. What this man did with his mouth should be illegal. Jasmine had been half tempted to call a halt to the night’s shenanigans before Leo had kissed her, and now she could barely remember her name…or how to breathe, for that matter. Her normal worry over what would happen later had been kissed away by the man in front of her.
The pair had stumbled as far as the outside entryway of his house before Jasmine had been shoved up against the wall and kissed within an inch of her life. The brick behind her back held her immobile while Leo dragged his lips from her mouth to the sensitive skin under her ear. With panting breaths, he bathed the soft skin with small teasing licks of his tongue before scraping his teeth along the sensitive column of her throat. Somehow, while she had been distracted, Leo had managed to not only unlock the front door but also maneuver them into the small space where she bumped into a coat rack.
Jasmine couldn’t control herself as a moan worked its way out of her throat, the sound needy and wanton in the still space. “Leo?”
With his lips still pressed against her exposed throat, she felt his lips move. “Yeah?” he asked, the question gruff.
“I lost a shoe.” Jasmine wiggled the toes on her right foot, wondering when and where she had lost the heel.
“I think it’s on the porch.” Leo pulled back a little. His hair stuck up all over the place from her fingers tightly gripping it just a few short moments ago.
“How did that happen?” Jasmine tried to calm her racing heart down as she breathed deep.
“When you wrapped that leg around my thigh it fell off.” As if his words painted an image of the act, Leo groaned and dove for her mouth again. Running his rough palm down the outside of her right thigh, Leo gripped the underside and had her straddle his own leg as much as her skirt would allow.
Breaking away from the kiss, Jasmine ran her foot up and down the back of his calf. The drag of the denim against her stockinged foot creating a delicious friction. “Ahhh, I see.”
“C’mon, Jazz…let’s get a little more comfortable.” With those words, Leo pushed her skirt up to her waist and hoisted her into his arms.
Surprised by the action, Jasmine had little choice but to wrap both legs around his hips as he turned and walked toward what she assumed was his bedroom. With his hands cupping her generous bottom, Jasmine tried to remember what underwear she had put on that morning.
Setting her down on the floor beside his bed, Leo took a step back as he steadied her so she didn’t topple on just one heel.
“Let me take care of this.” Kneeling in front of her, Leo slipped her lone shoe off her foot. From his vantage point at her feet, she imagined he could see how disheveled she truly was. Not only had she been missing a shoe, but her hair was starting to fall around her shoulders, and she realized she had never taken off the lone earring despite Will pointing it out earlier.
With her black skirt still up and caught around her waist, Jasmine’s stockings were in plain view. The pale silk held up by a simple white garter belt fastened to their lacy toppers. While Leo knelt in front of her, Jasmine ran her fingers through his hair once again. The silk locks made her jealous for half a second before she was distracted by the dimple from his smile as he took in the view.
“What’s that smile for?” Jasmine couldn’t help but grin back as Leo turned his smile toward her.
“Silk stockings, white garters, and pink flamingos?” he asked, his breath heating the silk and lace in front of his face.
Pink Flamingos?
Oh, dear lord, if he was seeing pink flamingos that could only mean one thing. Jasmine wasn’t actually wearing a pair of panties. She was instead wearing a pair of bikini bottoms.
Why? Because of all the days that she falls into instalust with a man from her past and is about to knock the cobwebs off her coochie, it also happens to be the day that she ran out of clean underwear and had to delve into her swimsuit drawer for an alternative.
The complete hilariousness of the situation caused her to snort trying not to laugh. Covering her face with her hands, she felt her face flame at not only what he was seeing, but also at the weird noises she made trying not to laugh.
“It’s okay, Jazz,” Leo said gently. As his hands caressed her, he continued, “Don’t be upset.”
Oh my God, he thought she was crying and was trying to comfort her.
Now unable to hold back her laughter, Jasmine dropped her hands and gripped his shoulders. Steadying herself, she bent down and looked at the pink flamingos in question.
“I’m not upset, I promise.” Jasmine wheezed, her giggles abating somewhat. “It just figures, ya know?”
At his look of confusion, she went on, “I haven’t been in a situation where anyone has seen my underwear in only God knows how long. It’s just my luck that the day I should have a sexy encounter is the day that I resorted to bikini bottoms because I need to do laundry.”
“This is a swimsuit?” Running the tip of his finger under the elastic at the top, he pulled it away from her body before letting it snap back. At her tiny jump, Leo grinned. “I guess it is thicker than normal panties, isn’t it?”
“I guess so—” At the teasing look in Leo’s eyes, Jasmine snapped her mouth shut.
“I wonder how much you can feel through this fabric. Since it’s thicker maybe we should experiment a bit. You know…for science.” Leaning forward, he ran the tip of his nose down the slight depression of her cleft. Letting her eyes drift shut, Jasmine gasped when she felt a nip against her lower lips.
“Keep your eyes on me.” The command caused a tingle to work up her spine. Every delectable inch of this man was deadly. His dimple, his eyes, his beard and even his voice were all sexy, and together the combination was enough to fill her spank bank for years to come, if needed.
Jasmine felt goosebumps spread across the exposed skin of her legs, rubbing her thighs together she heard the rustle of the lace tops of her stockings. The sound drew Leo’s attention as well as he reached for the snaps to release them. His lips skimmed the delicate stitching where it encased her rounded legs. Legs that were a little more rounded than most, but it didn’t look like it mattered to the man in front of her.
“These are so fucking sexy. I didn’t think women wore these anymore.” Leo groaned against her bare skin, starting to roll the silk down.
“I hate pantyhose,” Jasmine whispered. The fact that she could still have a conversation amazed her.
“I do too, now. I do too.” Leo kept his eyes trained on hers as his tongue came out to sneak a lick at the bend of her leg where it connected to her hip.
Widening her stance, Jasmine presented Leo with a larger area to nuzzle. Hoping that he would take her up on her offer, she wasn’t disappointed when she felt sucking kisses placed around the sensitive area.
Why was he taking so long undressing her? Didn’t he know she was about to melt into a puddle right there in the middle of the bedroom floor?
As if reading her mind, Leo made quick work of the opposite stocking. Once her legs were uncovered completely, Leo sat back and stared at the apex of her thighs. His concentration on that part of her body made her squirm in anticipation
Leo looked like he was about to eat her alive…in a good way.
That was when an obnoxious ringing noise intruded on her carnal thoughts.
“Shit!” Leo gripped her hips hard and dropped his head back. His face pained as he stared up at the ceiling as if expecting divine intervention from whatever was making that noise.
“Is that?” Jasmine asked softly, scared to voice her question louder, as if that would stop the ringing.
Leo groaned loudly in frustration. The noise tapered off to an angry growl. “It’s my goddamn work phone.” Reaching into his back pocket he pulled it out with one hand while keeping her still with his other. Hitting the icon to answer, he bit out a sharp, “Yeah?” before answering with another short, “Okay.”
Tossing the phone on the bed, Leo stood up quickly. The movement knocking Jasmine back on her butt to bounce on the soft but firm mattress. “Oh!” she squeaked before watching as he adjusted the long bar of his cock that was visible through his dress pants.
“I’ve gotta get to the station—” Leo started at the same time that Jasmine spoke, “I guess I’ll just—”
Reaching forward with one large hand, Leo tilted her head back so she would look him in the eye. “This is not how I wanted tonight to end but I can’t help it right now. Do me a favor and stay right here for me, okay?”
“You want me to stay the night here in your house alone?”
“Sweetheart, you look perfect right where you’re at. The only thing I would change would be the clothes you’re wearing but I don’t have time for that right now.” Leo moved quickly to the other side of the room. Yanking a drawer open he pulled out a T-shirt and tossed it to Jasmine, the soft cotton hitting her in the chest. “Put this on for me, okay? I’ll calm down a little if I know you are here waiting for me wearing my shirt.”
Jasmine looked at the T-shirt in her lap, her mind trying to analyze the request and why it seemed important to him. “Okay, I guess I can stay here if that’s what you want.”
Before she could blink, Leo was back in front of her swooping in for a quick kiss. “Get comfortable, I don’t know how long this call will take. Feel free to roam around the house and make yourself at home.”
Jasmine watched as he slipped on the shoes she hadn’t seen him slip off in the first place. As he was walking out the bedroom door, he shouted without turning around, “And don’t forget to wear my shirt to sleep in.”
Jasmine smiled and raised her voice so he could hear her when she yelled, “Okay.”
“And nothing else!” Leo’s final words warmed her insides. Her body was still having an issue with figuring out that the sex train had left the station thanks to a call from the fire department. When her brain caught up with the words she was thinking, a flash of worry shot through her.
Standing up quickly, Jasmine moved to the front of the house that she had barely gotten a glimpse of before sucking face with Leo when they arrived. The space was clearly a bachelor pad, but still homey enough that Jasmine could tell his mom had helped him decorate. Sitting on the leather couch, she picked up the remote from the oversized ottoman in front of her and hit the power button. She crossed her fingers hoping that he didn’t have a complicated system so she could find the news channel quickly. Raising her fists in a victory pump when the TV and cable box powered on with that one button, Jasmine turned to the local nightly broadcast.
For some reason the thought of seeing the fire that Leo was heading to scared the crap out of her, but she was also unable to not find the channel that was covering it. The feeling was similar to when she watched a scary movie with her hands in front of her face, only peeking through her fingers to see what was happening.
Breaking news tonight as local firefighters are called in to fight a warehouse fire on the north side of town. Early reports of flames seen from the back of the building have now been verified by law enforcement, and we have a crew on the way to bring you live reports from the scene of the fire.
Jesus. Why did the reporter sound so damn chipper talking about a fire? What kind of monster said those words with a smile?
If this is what Winter felt whenever Will headed off to call, no wonder she was so high strung. Unable to imagine what it would be like to be engaged or married to firefighter, Jasmine leaned forward with her eyes focused on the large screen mounted on the wall. Chewing her nails, she tried to understand how Winter managed to survive this type of thing all the time. Hell, if she were in her place Jasmine would be a nervous wreck anytime the phone rang. Thinking of all of the possibilities of what could happen during a call made her stomach roll.
Jasmine was able to feel a small semblance of control when she realized that what was happening between her and Leo was nothing more than a simple hookup. Hookups were supposed to be relaxed and easy so that’s what she needed to keep reminding herself. Other than childhood friends, they weren’t emotionally invested in one another. They weren’t dating or planning on anything more than tonight. They were just expending some sexual energy, giving into the chemistry that had been surrounding them since high school. It wasn’t anything serious.
It couldn’t be anything serious.
Right?