AFTER THE BRIDE and groom say farewell to their guests, Leo takes Frank and Aubrey back to Ashley’s guest house while Scottie gives dad and me a ride to the hotel. It’s a little past eight when we arrive at our respective rooms, and in spite of the early hour, I’m relieved when dad tells me he doesn’t mind turning in a little early. We bid each other goodnight, and as soon as I step into my room, I go about freshening up a little.
When I’m finished, I hurry back to my clutch purse and pull out the little envelope that Leo told me he snuck inside while I wasn’t looking. The room number scribbled across the front lets me know that I’ll be taking the elevator one flight up, and I don’t waste any time slipping out of my room and heading straight back to the elevator.
I don’t bother knocking when I arrive, sure that he couldn’t have made it here that quickly. My assumptions are proven correct when I unlock the door and walk into the dimly lit room—the setting sun glowing through the curtains over the windows. After I flip on the light, slowly making my way further into the room, I realize that his accommodations are different than mine. The space is bigger, the luxurious king sized bed situated in the middle of an accent wall. I set my purse down on the dresser, my body already buzzing with the anticipation of what I know will happen in that bed.
As I stand in the silence, anxiously waiting for Leo to walk through the door, I think back over the evening. I remember what Corie was telling me earlier, about how it feels when the two of us are in the same space. Even while he was keeping his distance, I felt his eyes on me all afternoon, and it made me ache for him. Now, alone with my thoughts, I force myself to be brave and honestly admit to myself what I want.
I want Leo.
Not just for a night, but for as many nights as I can possibly stand. I don’t know how it would work, but he’s an experience I don’t want to give up on without so much as trying. Even with the distance that would separate us, I’d endure the wait for moments like this one—for the promise of more time with him. There’s so much about him I wish to know and explore. Even still, despite his guarded nature, I see all that he allows me to see, and I care about him. I’m positive that we’ve long since evolved from a purely physical relationship to an emotional one.
I gasp, startled from my thoughts when I hear the door slam shut. I whip my head around to see Leo standing in the narrow hallway, and my thighs instinctively press together as my body responds to the sight of all that he is. It feels like we’ve been waiting for this moment for ages, and now that it’s here, I can barely breathe. That’s how much I want him. That’s how much I need him.
My Lee.
He doesn’t speak a word as he walks toward me, but he doesn’t have to. When he reaches me, he buries his fingers in my hair, closing his fist around a handful of strands before tugging on me. My neck arches as my lips fall open, and the fire that burns in his blue-green eyes makes my skin break out in goosebumps. He stares at me for a long time, and I watch as his jaw clenches—the muscles in his face speaking of his fight for control. Just watching him makes me wet, and it takes me a moment to realize that the sound that fills my ears is that of my own breath as I pant for him.
My impatience getting the better of me, I claw at his chest, fisting two handfuls of his shirt as I pull myself even closer to him. His grip in my hair tightens the instant before he slams his lips against mine, and I whimper at the slight shock of pain I feel before he thrusts his tongue between my lips. I then hum my delight as he owns my mouth in a deep, hard, relentless, passionate kiss. It’s wet and sexy, and it makes me burn for him in the most intimate way.
Pushing myself up onto my tiptoes, I take hold of the back of his neck, wishing to pull him even closer. I swallow his growl as he drops an arm around the small of my back, crushing me against him. I can feel his erection pressing firmly against my belly, and I moan, giving voice to my desire. I know by now my panties are soaked through, and I’m caught between wishing he’d kiss me like this forever, and wishing he’d strip me naked and have his way with me already.
A shiver races down my spine when he slides a hand up my back and finally, finally, unzips the back of my dress. I let my arms fall away from him as he pushes the fabric down my body, until it drops to my feet, all the while never severing his lips from mine. When he does break our kiss, it’s only so that he can lift me up and plant my ass on the dresser. He then takes my hands and places them over the buttons of his shirt, silently demanding that I undress him.
As I work to set him free, he kisses and nibbles on my lips. It’s wonderfully distracting, and it takes me a minute to fumble my way down his shirt, but I manage. He pulls away from me when I slip my fingers underneath the fabric and over his shoulders, easing it off of him. He helps me, taking over as I then reach for the hem of his tank. Once he’s rid of both, his chest completely bare, I lean down to pepper kisses across his collar bone and down his pecks. I barely feel it when he unhooks my strapless bra, tossing it aside. It isn’t until he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, dipping his own head to wrap his lips around my hardened nipple, that I become fully aware.
I gasp as he sucks me mercilessly, his tongue swirling around my peak. My legs open wider, and my clit pulses with need when he bites me. I whine pathetically, running my fingers through his hair and down over his neck. By the time he’s shown the same amount of attention to my opposite breast, I feel downright desperate.
“Lee,” I beg on a moan as he drags his lips up my chest, along my neck, and across my jaw.
He pulls the lobe of my ear between his teeth, nipping me gently before he grunts, “War.”
Something between a laugh and a pleading cry sounds from the back of my throat, and he hooks his fingers into the waist of my panties. I don’t hesitate to press my hands against the dresser, lifting myself up so that he can pull them off. He tosses them over his shoulder and then grips hold of my legs from underneath my knees. I squeak in surprise when he suddenly pushes my legs up toward my chest, spreading me wide open, leaving my sex completely exposed. I have to lean back and rest on my elbows to keep my balance as he bends at the waist to bring his face closer to me.
I feel my cheeks heat in a blush as he smells me, his nose so close that I can feel his exhale as it hits my glistening slit—dripping in my abundant arousal. Just when I think he’s going to relieve some of my angst, he turns his head and bites into my thigh. My head falls back, hitting the mirror behind me as I cry out. He sooths the tender area as he sucks and licks my skin, and I can’t keep myself from squirming.
“Lee!” I plead.
He peeks up at me, a devilish smirk on his lips, and then blows against my center. Still, he doesn’t give me his mouth, and I whine in protest. He licks his way from the crease of my hip, all the way to my knee, making my clit pulse once more. Then he nibbles his way back. He’s never taken his time like this before, and I’m afraid my impatience is going to make me unstable soon.
When he finally flattens his tongue over my entrance, my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I groan in ecstatic relief. As if playing with me was just as torturous for him as it was for me, he feasts on me like a man depraved. He sucks and licks, tasting every bit of me as he brings me closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm. I’m almost there, my fingers trying to find purchase in his hair as he grazes his teeth back and forth across my clit, and then he pulls away abruptly.
“No!” I cry, my legs falling over the edge of the dresser as he lets go of me completely.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles, reaching for his belt.
I silence my protest, watching as he finishes undressing, knowing that his dick inside of me is what I really want. I want to be one with him—I want him to make me his—to own me like no one else ever has.
It seems to take him forever to roll the condom on, but as soon as he does, his eyes find mine. He takes a step toward me, lifting a hand to grip the back of my neck and pull me closer.
“Come ‘ere, baby,” he grunts before lining up our lips.
He doesn’t kiss me, but holds me still, his gaze locked with mine as he eases his cock into me gently. I shudder, lifting my hands to grab hold of his shoulders, and he sighs softly as he fills me completely. For a moment, neither of us move. My heart pounds in my chest as he grazes the lightest of kisses against my lips. I’m taken aback by how sweet he’s being right now.
His hands slide down my body, adjusting my legs until they’re hooked in the crook of his arms. Then, as if he’s flipped a switch, he crashes his mouth against mine, his brute force surprising me. Speaking in a mumble, he demands, “Hold my neck, baby, and don’t fucking let go.”
The instant I do as he says, he pulls me off of the dresser. My body completely at his mercy, I slide down even further onto his dick.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls before he starts to fuck me.
He doesn’t merely thrust his hips, which would be impressive enough. No, he thrusts his hips while simultaneously using his upper body to take advantage of his momentum and my drenched core—pushing me away from him and allowing gravity to bring me back in a slam. Every time we come back together, I can’t silence the soft noise that sounds from the back of my throat as my breath hitches with each impact. He feels beyond amazing—he penetrates so deep—and I wonder how I ever, ever thought that I could get enough of him in just one weekend.
I didn’t know I could be anymore turned on, but I was wrong. I’m so wet, I can hear how soaked his dick is; I can feel the evidence of my desire as it trickles down my ass; and if Leo wasn’t so busy fucking me breathless, I might be embarrassed. I’m not, though. Not even a little bit. But as our bodies grow slick with sweat—his from excursion, mine from the fire that he stokes within me—I start to lose my grip around his neck.
“Lee,” I pant, trying to hold on the best that I can. “Don’t let me fall.”
With a grunt, he whirls us around, so that he’s standing at the foot of the bed. My legs still in his arms, he demands, “Let go.”
I obey, my shoulders falling back against the bed, and Leo doesn’t miss a beat, moving his arms so that his grip is now around my hips. Following his lead, I keep my legs around his waist as he continues to pound in and out of me.
“Come on my dick,” he grinds out. “Play with your nipples, baby, and come all over me.”
I nod, sliding my hands up my belly and around my small breasts. Having been so worked up before, I’m not the least bit surprised when only the slightest tug and pinch has my legs trembling. Fully aware of my body, Leo rams into me harder, and I arch my back, crying out as I find my release.
He groans as my insides tighten and flutter around him, his fingers digging into my hips so hard, I’m sure he’ll leave bruises—and I love it.
Before I’m fully recovered from my orgasm, he pulls out of me and flips me over. I let out a startled puff of air, barely getting the chance to situate myself on my hands and knees before he’s inside of me again—riding me hard from behind.
“Oh, god, Leo!” I cry, fisting two handfuls of blanket with my fingers.
Still sensitive from a moment ago, he elicits the strangest feeling of pleasure. It hurts a little, but I welcome the pain, enjoying the war he wages within me—the war between agony and bliss. I don’t want him to stop. His cock is exactly where it belongs. As he continues to take me, the pain dissipates, and the promise of another orgasm begins to blossom.
I yelp, arching my back and rearing my ass up, the first slap against my ass cheek taking me by surprise. When he repeats the act on the other side, I stretch my arms out in front of me, lowering my chest as I moan, offering myself to him completely. The next time he slaps me, I swear I can feel the sting of his handprint all over my body. I’m sure there’s something wrong with me for loving his aggressive touch, but right now—in this very moment—I can’t bring myself to worry about it or to care. All I want is more.
I get my wish, and he lands another blow before I feel him lean over me. With his slick chest pressed against my back, he covers my balled up fists with his hands, holding onto me as he fucks me vigorously.
Bringing his lips to my ear, he mutters, “You’re going to come again for me, Jill.”
“Yes,” I pant, nodding in agreement.
“Now, baby.”
“I need—”
I don’t even know why I wasted my breath bothering to ask. Before I can finish my sentence, he bites the back of my shoulder. I cry out, my second orgasm hitting me harder than my first. When he comes, he plants himself deep, sucking on my tender flesh as he groans, filling the condom with his release.
He rocks his hips in and out of me slowly a few more times before he pulls out. The instant he severs our connection, I go limp, my entire body exhausted. As I rest on my side, he flops onto his back next to me, his long legs bent over the edge of the mattress. The room is silent, save the sound of our rapid breaths, and it smells like us—hot, sweaty, rough sex.
When I can finally manage a deep breath, I sigh wistfully, and he turns his head to look at me. Smiling, I look into his handsome blue-green eyes and murmur, “If that was war, you can conquer me whenever you’d like.”
His eyes dance with amusement, a sly smirk curling his lips, and my heart leaps, as if its signaling me—reminding me that no one else will understand me the way that he does, which means no one else will do.