Page 2 of Reckless Love
Honestly, the cooler evening air felt good. It was helping calm me down. “I enjoy walking.”
“Your feet will be okay?”
I glanced down at the heels I always wore. “I can walk anywhere in these.”
Leo grinned and for the first time all night I saw a slip in his armor. He tried (and succeeded, I might mention) to keep a calm and respectfulexterior in place at all times. He clearly appreciated what he saw and looked forward to our planned exercises, but he wasn’t crude. It made me want him even more, actually. I craved ripping that mask away and unleashing the beast that lurked inside each man.
It was an addiction that unfortunately went both ways. As much as I craved conquering I also desired being conquered.
“Ifat any point I do something you don’t like simply saystop,”he murmured against my ear as he indicated a turn in direction.
“Of course.”
“And always feel free to tell me if you want something in particular.”
I studied him out of the corner of my eye. He stood straight and confidently—a man who was comfortable in his own skin. “What are your limits?” I asked.
Everyonehad limits.
He smiled. “I have very few. I won’t hurt you no matter how you ask, so don’t.”
Fair. Especially between strangers. “What else?”
“That’s about it. I’ve done it all.”
I found that hard to believe so I quizzed him. I asked about bondage, anal, missionary, slow and smooth versus hard and fast. I could tell by the smile and light in his eyes that he was truthful.He really did like it all.
And that...made me very wet indeed. Perhaps two nights might be more realistic after all.
“I suggest,” he said very quietly, almost a rumble of sound, “that we take things one step at a time. Despite any preconceived notions either of us might have, each experience is different. I find it best that we explore.”
I loved the way he spoke. It wasdifferent than anyone else I’d ever known. There was a soft cadence to his voice that wasn’t terribly American. He chose words that I didn’t expect. If I were to guess I’d expect at least one parent or guardian was British.
“I agree, Leo. I’m actually very excited. You’ve been a breath of fresh air.” The breeze chose that moment to gust around us. My hair swirled and so did his tie.
I caught it in my hand, wrapping it around my fist.
His eyes locked on it. The key twisted. The door swung open.
And a moment later I found my back pressed up against it as Leo kissed the hell out of me.
Just as Ipredicted I came almost immediately. We were both fully clothed and all I was doing was grinding against his strong leg as he gripped my hair and kissed me.
Yes, it was a damn good kiss, but it was more from simple lack of satisfaction.
“Holy fuck, Esme.”
I gripped his powerful biceps as I panted, coming down off the quick high.“It’s been a while.”
He growled, sucked on my neck and unzipped my skirt. “You’re so fucking responsive.”
The skirt hit the floor and I stepped out (heels still on.) He murmured a nonstop stream of affirmations, adorations, and beautiful swear words as we undressed, our hands roaming and learning between deep kisses.
I can’t wait to make you feel even better.
That ass,Esme. And your tits, fucking gorgeous. Your skin...I don’t even know where to start.
I explored the surface of his lean muscles, kissed the line of his hip bones and palmed his cock while his fingers kneaded my muscles and traced the hills and valleys of my body. I expressed my satisfaction with moans and he encouraged my continued survey of his body with gentle affirmations.
