When he finally broke for air, he helped her remove his shirt, which she’d already unbuttoned. Then he grabbed two handfuls of her dress, and damn…his whole body tightened at the low, needy sounds she made as he dragged the dress slowly over her peaked nipples.
“God…you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, dipping down to kiss each puckered tip while he continued to tug her dress completely off.
She hissed a breath and arched forward, shoving more of her delectable curves into his mouth. She already had him hard and throbbing. He needed more. Much more. Releasing her, he twisted her around and nuzzled the back of her neck.
“Leo,” she whispered in a low, needy tone, lifting her arms to reach back and shove her hands in his hair.
Never one to waste an opportunity, he brought his hands around to fill his palms with her softness and groaned when she pressed her gorgeous ass against his erection.
Christ, she was killing him.
Kaydee was exquisite and matched his needs in so many ways. He wanted to make the night special for her. He wanted to reward her for her willingness to share her bed. Her night. And her morning with him.
He was going to satisfy them over and over, all night long, until they fell into an exhausted sleep. And woke up to do it all again. And again.
So he did.
…
Early the next morning, Kaydee woke up, warm and toasty, and deliciously sore in all the right places. Leo was good at that. So decadently good. He was also flat on his back, and she was sprawled all over him with her face smooshed into the crook of his neck.
Slowly lifting up, she watched him for signs of consciousness and couldn’t stop the satisfaction warming her veins. He was out cold. This sexy, badass former Army Ranger was down for the count because of her. She might’ve broken him. Last night had been…wow.
And even though it’d been their first time spending the whole night together, technically, there’d been very little actual sleep involved. It seemed as if by taking that step, she’d dropped more than a little of her guard. Her inhibitions had hit the dust, too, because damn…last night had been round after mind-blowing round of hot, erotic, sensual sex unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
It didn’t take much imagination to envision more mornings like this with him in her bed. Her stomach fluttered, but her chest tightened. Was this smart? Were they now on an unavoidable path to getting hurt?
Besieged with a swift onslaught of uncertainty, she carefully eased out of bed and dashed into her bathroom. Had she made a mistake? Maybe she should’ve sent him to a hotel. She glanced in the mirror, as if it were magical and held the answers…and she blinked at her reflection. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were dazed, and she was…smiling?
Damn, she was. She really was…and couldn’t wipe it off her face. That’s because she felt amazing. And exceedingly happy. And she needed to embrace the opportunity she’d set in motion. The world didn’t end because she let him stay, and he never pressured her about committing to anything. It made her realize there was no reason they couldn’t continue their casual thing while including more delicious sleepovers.
So there would be no more running from Leo. Not even any thoughts of running.
Except to her sexy human furnace currently asleep in her bed. She’d left the air on all night, and without Leo’s warmth she was cold.
In a heartbeat, she opened the door, and in another, she crawled back in bed.
“Everything okay?” her furnace asked in a sexy, sleepy tone that immediately woke her good parts, and she sighed when he pulled her in close.
“Mmm…there’s a man in my bed,” she said, snuggling closer, running her hand over the ridges of his abs…and farther south. “A hot, hard man.”
“Your fault,” he said, then muttered an oath when she stroked him. He grew harder.
So she did it again, and rocked against him, loving the feel of his thick, hard thigh between hers. “You’re right.”
Growling, he flipped them, tucking her beneath him, before kissing a path down her throat, licking her collarbone, while his hand did some straying and stroking of its own.
She gasped and arched up into his touch. “You feel great.”
“You’re right.” He repeated her words, setting his forearms on either side of her head. “You do.”
His wavy hair fell forward, as he stared down at her through eyes dark with heat. God…he was beautiful and simply took her breath. She traced her fingertip along his scruffy jaw and then lifted up to nip at his lower lip and suck it into her mouth.
A half groan, half growl rumbled in his throat. “Hold that thought.”
He rolled off to quickly put on a condom before returning to settle his body between her legs. “Okay, continue that thought.”
“Yes, sir.” Instead of lifting up to meet his lips, she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged until his mouth met her neck.
