He leans in close, his hand gripping the back of my neck, moving my head to the side as he kisses a path from my collarbone to my ear.My entire body is screaming at me like it’s been set on fire, heat pools between my legs, begging for him to just fuck me, right here, right now.
His breath is warm against my skin, and I lose myself in his intoxicating smell, a mix of cinnamon and bourbon and woodsmoke.He smells so good that I’m dying to taste him.Dying to run my tongue over his taut muscles and every line of his ink.He smells like a damn dream.
“I jerk off in the shower to your gorgeous full lips, wondering what they’ll feel like wrapped around my cock,” he whispers, his voice husky and deep and I swear to god I nearly come in my pants.
I moan so loud I should be embarrassed, his knee is now pushed between my legs, and I can’t help but grind against it.My head falls back, and he runs his tongue along the hard beat of my pulse that throbs wildly out of control on my neck.
“Come inside,” I beg, needing this to be it, needing us to end this game of making out.Not that I’m not wholeheartedly enjoying it.This has seriously been the best lead-up ever.Our sexual tension is off the charts and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also dream of Leo Marsh on a regular basis.
“Fuck yes,” he replies, apparently having forgotten his earlier suggestion that we take this slow.I smirk against his mouth, our lips almost touching as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth.Growling possessively, his hands grip my ass, lifting me up and I wrap my legs around him.
“It’s open,” I murmur, now sucking at Leo’s neck as he pushes the door open.But as soon as he steps inside, he falls over, landing on top of me and my ass hitting the wall of boxes I’ve left in the middle of the room.
We both burst out laughing.It’s like the universe is against us hooking up or something.Or maybe this time it was just my laziness.
“You really should’ve left some lights on,” Leo says, as he pushes off me, leaving my body aching for him.But he’s right.It’s pitch black in here and I scramble to my feet, telling him to stay where he is as I make my way across the room to turn on the light.“I’m not really a fan of you coming home to a dark house alone.”
I love his protective side, his possessive growl when he talks about me.This guy has me so turned on that I’m not certain he can leave here tonight without at least making me come once.Twice would be even better.
“I’m not alone,” I chirp back playfully, trying to be cute, but again I crash right into another stack of boxes.Letting out an oomph as I stupidly slam into them just as I reach the light switch.
The room glows with the sudden appearance of light and my eyes immediately find Leo waiting by the door.Every time I see him it’s like the first time and I’m blown away by his dark thoughtful eyes and his body that I still have yet to get a full look at.Picturing him naked with all his tattoos and lean muscle has become a favorite pastime of mine.
“Did you do any unpacking?”Leo jokes, his arms gesturing to the great expanse of boxes surrounding us with a smile on his face that makes me want to drop my panties like they’re on fire.
“Not exactly.Remember, I fell asleep on the couch?”
“So where were you planning to sleep tonight?”Leo asks, and I smirk at him, hitting him with a wink, and not bothering to say it out loud.
“Ah, gotcha,” he says, making his way over to me.“While I’d never turn down an opportunity to have you in my bed, I think we should probably get things settled here first,” Leo says, and I let out a bothered sigh.It feels like this boy is avoiding me.Who the hell wants to unpack rather than have sex?
“Fuck unpacking.I want to fuck you,” I say, and Leo lets out a deep, sexy laugh.
“You’re a fucking dream come true, Hannah Murphy.But I’ll make you a deal.Let’s get your bedroom unpacked and some sheets on your bed and then I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
“Promise?”I purr, slipping my hand under his shirt, my fingers trailing along his taut stomach.
“Cross my heart,” Leo replies huskily, his hand now finding its way under my shirt, coming to rest on the outside cup of my bra.His fingers dip softly inside, grazing my nipple and making my mouth fall open.This slow, deliberate teasing is making me fucking crazy.Crazy for him.
“Now I’ll make a deal with you,” I acquiesce, wetting my lips and I watch his eyes fall to my tongue now.“For every box we each unpack, we take off an article of clothing.”
Again Leo laughs, and it’s the perfect throaty and deep sound that has me squirming to find my release.He has no clue how incredibly sexy he is, because if he did, he wouldn’t be making me wait.
“Strip unpacking,” he replies, like he’s mulling over the idea.“I like it.Motivation to work faster because the idea of seeing you naked has been on my mind ever since you walked into my house wearing these ass-hugging jeans.”
“Just wait till you see what’s on underneath them,” I reply, winking.
“Then we better get to work.But one thing, I get to call what we take off,” Leo adds with a sly smile on his face.“Start off slow.”
I roll my eyes.This boy is going to be the death of me.“Fine, but I swear…”
“Hannah, I promise you I’m worth the wait,” Leo murmurs in my ear as his hand circles my wrist, pulling me toward my new bedroom.
Luckily all my furniture was moved in and placed by the moving company, but the boxes are all still scattered about.I push one in Leo’s direction, the one labeled ‘bathroom’ and he gets to work immediately.I take over unpacking my dresser.
“Tell me some more stories about what it was like growing up with Dylan,” Leo says, his voice echoing a little in the empty bathroom.It’s almost like he’s trying to distract me from the rules of our little game of strip unpacking.“He’s such a chill guy.I like having him around.”
“We’re nearly five years apart so we didn’t really become close until after high school.Before that he was just a pain in the ass who hit on all my friends.”
