He inhaled as awareness spiked through his body. “Kaydee…damn…you shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” She smiled. “It’s true.”
That did nothing to lessen the need rushing through him. “You’re making it hard for me to concentrate on working. The tile—”
“Can wait,” she said, cutting him off, more color infusing her cheeks. “I mean, if you want.”
Jesus.
“Oh, I want,” he said, brushing her heated cheek with the back of his knuckles. As much as he wanted to take things further, he needed to be certain she understood the risk. “I want very much, but are you sure, Kaydee? You’re my grandmother’s neighbor, and your grandfather is…seeing my grandmother or something. I just don’t want to make anything awkward for you.”
She ran her hands up his chest and shifted closer. “I appreciate it, but I’m done fighting this crazy attraction between us. So if you’re done fighting it, too, then yeah, I’m very sure.”
Chapter Eight
Her words and the feel of her soft curves barely brushing his body washed away the last of Leo’s caution. With his heart beating hard in his chest, he cupped her face in both hands and kissed her without holding back.
Being with Kaydee may turn out to be a mistake. A damn big one, but right now, at this moment, Leo didn’t care. Everything faded away when he touched her.
The weight on his shoulders.
Guilt.
Shame.
Worry.
It all disappeared in her arms. And heaven help him, it was damned addicting. And although they’d only kissed and touched a few times, each embrace was incredibly better than the last.
Tonight was proving no exception.
The beautiful woman’s reactions to his kisses and touches made him starve for more. So much so, he was barely holding it together as he crushed her closer.
A soft moan rumbled in her throat, and she pressed him against the door, then rubbed her sweet curves up and down his body.
Son of a bitch…she felt good.
“Leo,” she uttered when they broke for air, her fingers fisting his hair before pulling his mouth so close her lips brushed his as she spoke. “I want you so bad I can taste it.” Then she kissed him, again and again, moaning into his mouth as if he were the best thing she ever tasted.
Holy shit, the woman had him hard and throbbing like no other.
With need calling the shots, he bent and swept her off her feet, uncaring that her flip-flops fell off when he carried her into the hall. “Which is your room?”
“Last door on the left,” she replied near his ear before sinking her teeth in his neck.
Son of a…
Reaching the room, he set her feet down and immediately pressed her against the nearest wall, where he captured her wicked mouth. She moaned again and wrapped her leg around his thigh, tugging him closer.
Damn woman was trying to kill him.
After he entwined their fingers and held her hands against the wall on either side of her head, he slowed the kiss, brushing his tongue just inside her bottom lip. She let out another of her sexy little sounds and squeezed his hands.
Taking that to mean she wanted more, he swept his tongue fully inside her hot mouth and slowly, thoroughly explored every delicious inch. She tugged her hands free to shove them under his shirt while her tongue brushed his, upping his already-erratic pulse.
Her responses were amazing, and he noted she was far from alone. His stomach quivered where she stroked, and he was still wrapping his brain around that when she broke the kiss to push his shirt up.
Always happy to lend a hand, he stepped back and yanked it over his head, then stopped breathing when she inhaled and stared at him with a crazed hunger heating her gaze.
