“It’s okay. Vince shoved a piece of chicken in my hand on the way out the door, and I ate it while I drove here.” He smiled and sat up, too. “And you most certainly did offer me supper.” Reaching out, he glided his finger up her ribs, over the swell of her breast to one deliciously puckering tip. “Seems my appetite for what you offered has suddenly returned.”
…
By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, the tile was finished…and so was Kaydee. Almost. This would be her fourth time that weekend. Or was it the fifth? She’d lost count, thanks to the incredible man—naked in all his splendor—rolling a condom on in the middle of her living room. What had started out with Leo helping her spackle a few holes somehow ended up with the front door locked and the two of them naked.
Damn, he was gorgeous. Magnificent, even. All long, lean planes and hard muscle. That sexy tattoo and the way his muscles rippled underneath. The thought of licking, and nipping, and tasting every single delicious inch of him made her heart flutter in her chest.
This thing between them was crazy and surprisingly strong, and she had no idea how long it would last,ifshe wanted it to last, or even ifhewanted it to last. Opening up, letting someone in, wasn’t something that came easy to Kaydee, and yet she already knew she’d miss Leo if things didn’t work out. Or when she left. Because she eventually would. That restlessness was sure to be overwhelming by the time her dad retired and her parents moved here to free her up to leave.
She’d miss Leo’s wit, and his smile, and that square jaw of his, with the perpetual scruff her whole body had the immense pleasure of experiencing more than once. Looking at him made her feel good. Being with him made her feel good. Hell,hemade her feel good.
Eyeing his well-defined chest, and how the muscles at his hips cut to form a vee, she tried not to drool. Yeah, she’d miss all that, too. Very much. And the mind-blowing orgasms so intense they zapped her strength.
“Now, where were we?” He stepped in front of her, but instead of crushing her close as she half expected, he ran his hands lightly up her arms, then down her back, before leaning in to gently sink his teeth into her earlobe.
She sucked in a breath and gripped his shoulder blades. “Right about there.” Tipping her head to give him more access, she closed her eyes and sighed. He knew how to rev her up…how to get her going. He was magic. His tongue flicked her earlobe before his lips slid down her throat to the curve of her neck, and the slow burn in her belly spread south. “Mmm…” He smelled of spackling and soap and heat, and it made her mad with longing. “Leo…”
“I know,” he said, as if feeling the same craziness. A heartbeat later, he kissed her, a light, openmouthed connection that made her gasp as the tip of his tongue traced her lips. But then he pulled back, and watching her, gaze hot, he smiled.
She glanced at his lips, wanting them back on hers so badly she could taste it. He complied with a soft, brief kiss. Then another. And still another. Bugger was teasing her. “Leo.”
“Right here.” He shoved his hands in her hair and finally took her mouth.
It was an amazing kiss. Absolutely perfect. Hot and decadent, with the right amount of tongue to quicken her pulse and make her quiver for more. The guy knew what he was doing. She didn’t. Not when it came to him. To them. Oh, she knew the process. She enjoyed sex, but somehow, he’d taken it beyond physical, beyond simple gratification, and made her feel him emotionally. She didn’t know that was possible. Never knew something like that existed. But underneath this unexpected overabundance of feeling—and God, Leo certainly made her feel good—she also felt a little lost, and more than a little panicky.
“You feel so damn good,” he murmured after breaking the kiss. “It’s crazy. You make me feel good, too.” He ran his deliciously calloused hands down her body, and goose bumps spread across her skin in silent applause.
Her heart cracked open a little, and warmth spread through her chest. His words quieted her misgivings and empowered her. “I feel the same,” she said, and needing more of his kisses, she brought his mouth back down on hers and tugged him with her as she stepped backward toward the wall.
And tripped over her discarded clothes.
Kaydee gasped and would’ve fallen if Leo hadn’t held on to her, but that interfered with his balance, and they both stumbled until his palm hit the wall, followed by the arm he’d quickly wrapped around her.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” she asked, trying to straighten.
“I’m fine.” After righting them, he planted his hands on the wall on either side of her head and looked her over. “You?”
Nodding, she blew out a breath, and a rush of heat flushed her face. “But I think I bruised my sexiness.”
A gleam—wicked and deliciously hot—entered his eyes. “Not a chance.” As if to prove it, he removed his hands from the wall and skimmed them over her shoulders and down her breasts. Her nipples immediately puckered. “That’s damn sexy,” he murmured, his breath warm on her neck as he bent to place openmouthed kisses across her shoulders, all while his thumbs brushed her nipples back and forth, reigniting her need.
Closing her eyes, she moaned and leaned back. Hard. Too hard. Shethunkedher head…
A knock sounded on the wall behind her. The wall she shared with her grandfather.
Kaydee and Leo both stilled.
“Everything okay?” her grandfather’s muffled voice came through the wall.
She met Leo’s gaze. “Yeah,” she replied, but her own voice was too throaty. She cleared the rasp away and tried again. “Yes. We’re working on the wall. Everything’s fine—”
Leo grinned, a sexy, decadent grin, and dipped down to kiss her breast before sucking the tip into his mouth hard.
“Oh…yeah…” She closed her eyes. That felt amazing. Her whole body trembled.
“Want help?” her grandfather asked.
No!
