Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
MEREDITH
L eo's breath was hot against my neck as he moved to unzip my dress. My heart fluttered as the zip slid down, and I pulled my arms from the sleeves. The material pooled around my waist as he deftly unclasped my bra. He removed it and tossed it onto the floor as he stepped back to look at me. His gaze fell to my bare breasts, and I watched his jaw tighten as he stepped closer, his warm body so close to mine.
Was this really happening? Was I going to do this with Leo?
His towel did little to hide his own sudden arousal, which strained against the material. I sucked in a breath as I returned my gaze to his, those icy eyes now holding mine with a look that made me tingle all over. His hand moved to trace along my arm, making the skin quiver beneath, before he cupped one of my breasts in his large hand, his thumb brushing over my nipple.
The simple touch was electric, and heat scorched through me.
"Leo," I gasped, arching into his touch. His name felt foreign on my tongue, but also incredibly right.
He silenced my next moan with his mouth, his large hands slid down my sides, working my dress off while on the counter. My panties were all that remained, and I was glad they were a cute pair at least.
"Stay quiet," he commanded as he broke the kiss, and I bit my lower lip, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
What the hell was I doing? This was Leonardo Donati for crying out loud!
But right now, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him, how badly I wanted this. His commanding tone only made me burn hotter, something I hated to admit.
"Fuck," he growled as he caught my chin, grazing his lips across mine before groaning.
He grunted before turning to the shower and leaning in, turning the water on full blast to mask any noise. Then his mouth was back on mine, his hands exploring, mapping out my body in rough touches.
This was wrong. He was my brother's best friend. The man who'd put my fiancé into the ER. A man I knew could be dangerous.
And yet, right now, all I wanted was this. To forget everything else that was so messy and felt off in my life. This strange moment that felt awfully right despite everything. He only broke our hungry kiss when we ran out of oxygen, and I sucked in mouthfuls of air as his lips trailed down my neck and across my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He dropped to his knees before me, making quick work of my panties.
"Stay quiet, Mer," he commanded, and the command sent another shiver of anticipation through me.
He had no idea what this was doing to me, each time he told me what to do. There was just something in the way he said it, in the intensity of his eyes, the way he tried to remain so controlled, his face masked.
I nodded, biting my lip as he spread my legs wider, giving him better access to my wet core. His fingers parted my folds, and then his mouth was on me, tongue swirling around my clit as two thick fingers pushed deep inside me.
I clung to the counter, trying to keep my moans silent as he pleasured me, each stroke of his fingers and swirl of his tongue pushing me closer to the edge.
I couldn't believe he was doing this. Where had that wicked, stoic man I knew gone? Who was this sexual god delving between my legs?
I glanced down, finding those icy eyes watching me, and the sight was the final push I needed.
"Oh god," I gasped, my walls tightening. When I came, it was with his name on my lips, the sound swallowed by the running shower and my own hand clamped over my mouth.
He rose back to his full height, eyes locked with mine as he licked my taste from his lips.
I stared at him, disbelieving this to be the same Leo I'd known most of my life. He'd brought me to climax faster than anyone else had in my life, and there was just something so taboo about this, something supposedly wrong, that only fueled it even more.
"I'm the only one who will make you feel this way, Mer," he breathed, my nickname on his lips making me quiver. It sounded so different right now, so primal, and I ached desperately.
"I want to feel you," I said softly, the throb in my core only growing despite my orgasm. "All of you."
Leo didn't hesitate. His towel fell away, revealing his hard, tattooed body in all its glory. He was imposing, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his arousal. It was bigger than anything I'd had before, and I swallowed at the thought of taking him now.
His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a few slow strokes as he watched me.
His other hand moved to my throat, the grip firm but not restrictive as he pulled me closer for another deep, searching kiss. His cock brushed against my inner thigh, and I squirmed, wanting – needing – to feel him inside me.
"Tell me again," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you want this."
"I want this, Leo," I breathed, my hands gripping his biceps. "I want you. I need you." My voice hitched, and I felt like I was begging, but I didn't care.
With a low growl, he lifted me off the counter, positioning me just right for his entry. His thick head nudged at my opening, and then he was pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me, in one long, powerful thrust that made me cry out.
"Quiet," he reminded me, his hand still wrapped around my throat. I nodded, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood as he began to move.
The bathroom filled with the sounds of our lovemaking – the slap of wet skin, his growls of pleasure, my quiet whimpers as he fucked me hard against the counter. His thrusts were relentless, each one hitting a spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars.
"You're mine, Meredith," he grunted, his grip on my throat tightening slightly. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasped out, my head now spinning as I danced on the edge of another orgasm.
“Good girl.”
If that didn’t amp me to the brink, I’d be lying. I was going to unravel any second now.
"Fuck," he cursed, the word a low growl as he slammed into me harder. "You feel so fucking good."
His grunts and deep strokes finally broke me, and I shuddered, a cry spilling from my lips as I came hard. His free hand latched over my mouth instantly, muffling my cries as he buried himself inside me. I dug my nails into him, riding the blissful waves as he groaned and shuddered, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot release. His grip on my throat gentled, and he rested his forehead against mine once his hand fell from my mouth, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
"That's right, baby. Next time, I want you screaming my name," he rasped, and I swallowed at the thought.
Next time.
I blinked, my head still spinning as I came down from my blissful high, my body tingling all over.
Holy fuck. I'd just fucked my brother's best friend.
He withdrew from me slowly, and I couldn't help letting out a soft whimper at the loss of him.
"Mer…" His voice was low, and a faint, genuine smile touched his lips as he stared at me. My heart tightened, and I wondered if he was going to say something. Instead, he reached for a washcloth, wetting it before gently cleaning me up, then wiping himself down.
After he'd cleaned us both up, he guided me to the shower, his hands gentle as he helped me under the warm spray. He washed my hair with careful attention, his strong fingers massaging my scalp in a way that made me melt against him. The intimacy of the moment was different from our passionate encounter – softer, more tender.
It was just like how he'd helped me through my panic attack the previous night, a whole other side of him I doubted many saw or even knew existed.
This was a Leo I didn't recognize, but one I certainly enjoyed.
Not a word was spoken.
His lips brushed my shoulders as he ran the washcloth over my skin, washing away the evidence of our lovemaking. Every touch felt like a blissful sin, every kiss like a confession neither of us was ready to voice.
We'd done something, something I couldn't have seen coming, and it was going to change everything.
What did this mean?
When he finally turned off the water, he wrapped me in a plush robe from under the sink. "I'll make sure you have fresh clothes by morning," he murmured, finally breaking the silence between us, his fingers trailing down my arm.
He watched me now, staring down at me with a strange look, something both tender yet torn. I knew that there was no going back for either of us. I'd wanted him, and he'd wanted me, and now we'd have to face whatever became of this.
But what was going to happen now?
I pursed my lips, contemplating what to say, but no sentences formed in my mind.
What could I even say? It wasn't like we could be together, like this could mean anything. We'd both have to just write it off, maybe even never speak of it again, but that thought made my chest tighten as well.
For some reason, I didn't want that, even though it made the most sense.
He sighed and shook his head, looking weary and drained for a moment before he gave me a faint smile. It was so sweet, so real, that it made all my thoughts falter.
This was the most genuine smile I’d seen from him ever, and my heart jumped at the sight. Then he was turning and guiding me from the bathroom without another word shared between us.
He led me to the empty bedroom, his hand warm against the small of my back.
My mind was a mess, thoughts colliding as he led me to the bed. Exhaustion was creeping in, all the emotions, confusions, and worry finally catching up to me. He pulled the blanket back for me, as if he was going to tuck me in, and I smiled softly.
"Goodnight, Meredith," he said quietly as I sat down and slid my legs under the blanket. I caught his arm as he turned to leave, my chest fluttering.
"Stay with me?" The words were soft, vulnerable in the darkness.
I didn't want to be alone, not tonight. Not after everything.
Leo studied me for a long moment, his face shadowed, only the glow of the city outside the window illuminating the room. He sighed before he climbed into bed beside me, pulling me against his chest. His fingers found their way into my damp hair, stroking gently as I curled into his warmth.
I had no idea why he was acting like this, why everything had suddenly changed. But I liked it.
I fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, his soft breaths against my hair, and the knowledge that everything had changed between us. For better or worse, there was no going back now.