She opened her eyes. “Th-thanks, but we’re good.”
So good. Damn, Leo had a talented mouth. He switched to her other breast, kissing and licking until he closed his teeth gently over her nipple.
“Well, holler if you need me,” her grandfather said.
Air funneled into her throat. “’Kay.” Hopefully he heard, because there was no way she could say any more now.
Good glory, Leo knew his way around a woman’s body. She wanted to move and moan and switch places but was too conscious of her grandfather just on the other side.
“Let’s move,” she whispered down to Leo.
Lifting his head, he flashed her a grin, and in the blink of an eye, he had her resting against her credenza on the opposite wall. “Better?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he dropped to his knees and placed his mouth back on her body.
“Much,” she managed as he kissed his way to her belly.
Kaydee stared down her torso at him, watching his hands slide to her inner thighs. They were tan and big and masterful.
Glancing up, he held her gaze while he nudged her legs apart with his shoulders, then he dropped his gaze to stare at her goods. “Damn, you make my mouth water.” He brushed his thumbs upward, and they grazed her center.
She sucked in air, grateful to have the credenza behind her.
“Hold on to me,” he said, moving his thumbs again. And then again, and this time he leaned in and placed his mouth on her, too.
Her knees shook. She grasped his shoulders and closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations racking her body. He was driving her crazy. So crazy.
Apparently on a mission to zap every single last one of her brain cells, Leo added his tongue to the task, licking up and down, and back up…
Tightening her hold, she arched into him and moaned. She knew she should be quiet. Her grandfather might still hear, but her body seemed to be on a mission, too. A mission to let Leo know just how amazing he was making her feel.
With his mouth still trying to drive away her sanity, he slid a finger inside her. Again. And yet again. Unable to keep quiet or hold on to her control, she cried out in a low, throaty sound as he drove her right over the edge. She rocked into him and shuddered wildly as she came. Standing.
Definitely masterful.
By the time she came back to herself, she was leaning heavily against the side of the credenza, and he was smiling a smug, smoldering smile.
“Catch the number of the bus that just wrecked me?” she asked.
He chuckled and stepped close. “I’m not done,” he said, bringing her hand to his impressive erection. “This is—” The amusement seemed to back up in his throat on a sharp inhale when she stroked him long and slow. “Damn, Kaydee,” he groaned.
She hopped up onto the credenza and shook her head. “Shh…I’m not done,” she mocked him, then reached out to gently guide him home.
He needed no further instruction. Taking over, he pushed inside her, a delicious, warm slide, and she had one last thought before the last of her brain function disappeared under a tsunami of sensual fog.
If opening her heart and letting this man get close meant he’d stay in her life a little longer, then she was damn sure going to take that chance. She just hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.
Chapter Ten
Later that evening, Kaydee was in her living room, chilling with Fiona for their Sunday Netflix binge-watching ritual. Tonight, they were starting the second season ofDaredevil, but her mind was on another superhero and the knack he had for making her feel super, too.
It was a new feeling. One she was willing to entertain for a long time. That was new, too. She wasn’t the “long for more” type. A fruitless sentiment. One that—she discovered in the past—didn’t bode well for her restless spirit.
“So…” Fiona sat at the other end of the couch and grinned. “You and Leo were busy, I see.” She paused meaningfully. “Doing…like, say…each other.”
Kaydee’s gaze immediately shot to the credenza, looking for signs of their amazing sexcapade from earlier that afternoon. Thankfully, she found none. She turned to her friend and frowned. “What do you mean?”
Fi snorted. “Oh, come on, Kay. You answered the door with a satisfied grin on your face, and it hasn’t wavered one bit. Only really great sex could cause that phenomenon.”
She pointed to the spackled wall. “We worked on my house.”
