He pulls away and pushes up on his arms to look down at me. His lips are glistening and red from our punishing kisses. “I’ve seen hotter things in my kitchen,” I admit, smiling, to break the sexual tension.
“Yeah?” Leif asks, quirking one beautifully edible brow. “Who?”
“Not a who. A what,” I reply, biting my bottom lip in a smile. “Pots and pans. Boiling water, hot oil sizzling and popping. You know? Normal kitchen stuff.”
“I’ll sizzle your ass. And pop it,” he replies, laughing a short burst, his eyes crinkling in the corner. Leif uses one arm to roll me to my side a bit, and then swats my ass playfully. I grab him around his neck and let my legs lock around his waist.
Scooting back, he pulls us off the island and moves to the other room to lay me down on the couch. Goosebumps rise on my skin as the air conditioning hits every exposed, vulnerable piece of skin. Leif kneels in front of me and puts my legs on his shoulders. “I need to taste you everywhere,” he says, swallowing hard, meeting my eyes. It’s a question.
“Yes,” I say, a zing of anticipation striking, my heart rate picking up. “Only if you’re good at it,” I tease.
“It’s been a while,” he replies. “I think I can manage an orgasm or two. Just a guess.” My core clenches as his lips glide down my inner thigh and land exactly where I want them. The cold bereft feeling is replaced by heat, his kisses, and a slick wetness as his tongue folds up and down in a steady rhythm. I sigh and grab his hair as he attacks the task at hand like he was born to only do one thing. The pleasure that was already there from merely kissing him skyrockets into something so pure, full, and mind-bending that I can’t describe what he’s making me feel. Never have I felt so out of control. Leif makes a ravenous noise and closes his eyes like he’s feasting on his last meal. It’s unthinkable indulgence, a man wild with lust, offering everything he has. His hands wrap around my thighs and he uses them to pull me onto his tongue, inserting it as far inside me as he can, all the while his finger is circling my clit in a steadily increasing manner. I come undone, my legs tightening and the fiery orgasm hitting me, the pulsing waves felt from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
He digs his face into me harder as I come, not wanting to miss a second of my pleasure. My mind is still fuzzy when he finishes, kissing my core once, long and hard. I clench again in response. Lifting my head to look at him is almost too much work. “Oh my gosh,” I say, in between ragged breaths. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened in the living room,” I say. “No jokes there.”
“Good,” Leif replies, licking his lips. “Felt okay?” he asks, eyes wide.
“You were lying. It has been a long time since you’ve done that,” I ask incredulously. When he doesn’t reply, I say, “I’ve never had an orgasm that strong…ever. The only thing that could have made it better would be if you were inside me while it happened.”
His eyes go feral, and he swallows hard. “Do you want that?”
“What do you think? Honesty is the best policy, and I’m not lying,” I say, teasing my legs open, so he can see the slick mess he just created. “I’ve probably never wanted a dick more.” Biting my bottom lip, I let my naughty words soak in. He wanted to see how bad I can be. There aren’t walls between us. I think maybe there never was. From the moment I met him, I laid it all on the table. I didn’t give him excuses or lies about my real world. Exposed in every way, he took it all and continued to pursue me.
Sliding my hand between my legs, I wait for his gaze to follow my fingers, and then rub the wetness once, dragging a trail up my stomach and up to my breasts. He leans over and takes a nipple into his mouth. He’s unbuttoning his pants with one hand. “I really did want to be gentlemanly, Malena,” he rasps at my chest. “You deserve so much more.”
He says things like this, things that don’t make any sense. He is the walking definition of a perfect catch. “Leif, this is the best thing you can possibly do for me today. I need this more than I need a day date. Be with me,” I say, pulling his face up to mine. When his blue eyes are locked with mine, I grab his bottom lip with my teeth. I shake my head no and release his lip. “This is what I want from you right now. Can you help me? You don’t say no when I ask for help, right?”
He grins, and it makes me hyper-aware of where his hands are, where his steely shaft is. “Do you want to go to your bedroom now?” he asks. “Least I can do is make our first time a little more memorable...or comfortable.”
“You don’t get it,” I say. “You are memorable. Everything about you is memorable. I’ll never forget one kiss.”
Leif stands and removes his shirt and shorts in a speed that doesn’t seem human. Then he leans over to pick me up and sets me on my feet in front of him. I can’t help but admire his Adonis-like physique. He’s so tall. The opposite of me in almost every way physically. His skin a pale shade compared to my own. His blond hair. Mine dark. We stand there in front of each other for several seconds, just looking at each other. The chemistry flying off the charts, my hands itching to reach out and take his girth in my hand. Leif breaks the fiery silence first.
“While that may be so, I still want to fuck you in your bed. That’s what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I saw it.” He shakes his head. “You have me. You have me so completely.” Taking in the weight of his words, I try to formulate the right thing to say, but I can’t.
I nod instead. “Let’s go.”
He wastes no time scooping me into his strong arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss his neck, trailing my tongue up to his ear. When we’ve made it to my bedroom, Leif only has one thing on his mind. “How do you want it?” he asks. “I’m tall. You’re small. Tell me how you want it before I take you any which way I can.”
I kiss his lips once. “I want to taste your lips while you’re inside me.”
He nods, eyes falling closed. “That’s a really good plan,” he says, sucking in a jagged breath. “Let’s execute it right now.”
