He stood, and with his eyes on her, he began to strip, kicking off his shoes and yanking the shirt over his head. The sight of his rippling muscles made her mouth water. He fished a condom from his pocket and tossed it on the bed. Another hit the mattress a second later.
She arched a brow. “Feeling frisky, are you?”
“Damn straight,” he muttered, removing his jeans and socks.
“Finally.” She ran her gaze down, then back up, his magnificent body. “Been waiting all damn day to get you naked,” she said, repeating his words with a grin.
Chuckling, he bent down to kiss her ankle and used his shoulders to spread her legs as his mouth took the scenic route north. By the time he arrived at her inner thigh she was trembling. He kissed first one. And then the other. And then…in between.
Kaydee gripped the comforter in her hands as she rocked up into him, and when his tongue flicked over her, she cried out, hoping no one was upstairs because she wasn’t exactly quiet.
Unconcerned, he slid his deliciously calloused hands beneath her. “Watch,” he said, and brought her to his mouth.
Biting her lips, she watched his broad shoulders wedge her thighs wider. Watched the sleek muscles in his back ripple and flex with his movements. Watched pleasure deepen the blue of his eyes before they drifted shut, and he moaned at the taste of her.
And when he sucked her sensitized nub into his mouth, it all became too much. Watching was no longer possible because her eyes rolled back in her head as she came. Hard. And then, because he didn’t let her go, the talented man somehow made her come again.
…
Only when she was completely boneless did Leo swipe a condom from the mattress and roll it on. Her breathing was still erratic, and it thrilled the hell out of him that he could wreck her like she wrecked him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her, kissing his way up her body. She made him want things. Made him feel things. Normally, that would produce a red flag, and he’d run for the hills.
But not with Kaydee. Never with Kaydee.
He brushed her mouth with his, first one corner, then the other, before trailing down to her neck, shocked at the emotions she brought to his surface.
Earlier that day, when they were driving through Joyful, he realized just how strong those emotions were and almost told her. But he wasn’t ready to say it out loud. He needed to live with it a little. Hell, just admitting to himself that his feelings for Kaydee were strong was a big-ass step.
“Leo—”
“I know,” he said, feeling incredibly naked. Raw. One hundred percent open. But he relaxed, and by doing that right here, right now, with Kaydee, allowing whatever was meant to happen…happen, it felt…freeing.
So damn freeing.
His worries began to slide away. His secret fears. Even his demons went silent. “Just let go, Kaydee. Give me everything. Give me you.”
And then lifting up, he held her gaze as he nudged her legs farther apart with his hips and thrust inside her. All the air left his body, and she was saying his name over and over again. And in spite of himself, his secrets, and his fear of what was going to happen when she found out the truth about him, in spite of it all, he was most definitely falling in love with her.
“Leo,” she whispered in a low, sultry tone that had heat gripping his spine.
She pulled him closer, digging her nails into his back as he rocked her through another orgasm. Pulsing, throbbing, she felt so fucking good tightening around him again and again. He dipped down to capture her cries in a kiss he needed to take and taste as he raced to his own release. She met every one of his thrusts with an equally fierce out-of-control passion, and it sent him over the edge.
Afterward, they lay there, breathing heavy, his body still deep inside hers, and he didn’t move other than to brace himself up enough to let her breathe. He didn’t want to pull out yet. She felt like heaven. Pure heaven. Her hands were still around his back, clutching his shoulder blades, and he could feel her heart pounding against his chest. He was grateful they didn’t need to move, because he didn’t want to let her go.
But when a few more minutes went by and she still didn’t stir or say anything, he rolled to the side and brushed his mouth across her damp temple. “You okay?” His voice was hoarse but audible.
She nodded, and her contented sigh filled the air between them. “I can’t believe it’s always going to be like that.”
“Like what?”
He knew what it was like for him. Incredible. Spine-melting. World-rocking. But he suddenly needed to know how she felt.
“Like it’s the very best thing ever. Lottery-winning best thing.” Satisfaction softened her tone, and she yawned. “And I don’t want it to end.”
Very on board with that analogy and sentiment, he kissed her temple again. Considering she was the “didn’t do permanent” type, that admittance told him she was definitely feeling things as deeply as he. Smiling, he made a quick trip to the bathroom to take care of business, then returned to bed, gathered her close, and yanked the comforter over them. It was great to know he wasn’t in this craziness alone. She snuggled into him and sighed.
He had never brought a woman to the ranch before. Never had a woman in this bed before. Never wanted a woman here.
