Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Leo
Kim is slumped in the seat next to me, her eyes closed. Inside I’m hectic, but I’m trying to keep it cool for her sake. Still, every time I think of that man’s hands on her…
I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. I’ve never allowed myself to be attached to anyone but family. Relationships are complicated, even more so for me.
And I never intended to have a woman to care for. Hell, I can barely take care of myself. Three weeks ago, I fully expected to rot in prison. Which is why I have no intention of adding labels to what we’re doing.
But Kim is spectacular and there is bound to be other men who wish to claim her. I punch the car into fifth gear, my teeth grinding together.
The idea of someone else dating her makes me crazy.
The idea of one of them hurting her? That makes me murderous.
The feeling that I am her protector, that it’s my job, my most important function to keep her safe, washes through me.
It’s been there all along. The need to hire her, give her money, provide her with a nice, safe place to live. I’ve been acting as her protector almost from the first. Maybe even that call from the ballet…
Then again, I don’t get to excuse the guilt on that one.
“You’re going ninety,” she murmurs.
I downshift, slowing the car down. So much for being a good protector. “That guy really pissed me off.”
“I thought so, the blood gushing from his nose clued me in.” And then she smiles.
I smile too. “I didn’t scare you, did I, baby?”
She turns to look at me. “Scare me, Mr. Kincaid? No. You didn’t scare me.”
Calling me by the boss’s name unleashes something feral in me. That’s for people I don’t eat out while kneeling in front of them. “I told you I’d put you over my knee if you called me that. If it were any other night, I just might.”
“I think a spanking from you sounds totally hot, but I honestly don’t think you’d enjoy giving it to me.”
“What makes you say that?” I like kink as much as the next guy. Maybe more.
“You seem way more into making me feel good.”
That was totally true. “You’re not wrong,” I grunt.
“Which is why, I’m hoping you’ll put me on your body instead.”
God, I want that so bad. “It’s been a long night, baby. I don’t want to scare you. Honestly, tonight seems like a good night for snuggling.”
“Leo,” she reaches across the console, her hand tracing up my inner thigh. “Remember that time we hooked up at your brother’s wedding?”
My brows lift. “Vividly.”
“You’ve made me feel safe from that moment to this one. I’ve never let so many of my inhibitions fall away…” She trails off, her hand stopping just against my ball sack in my jeans.
I punch the accelerator again, just wanting to get her home, I mean, back to my apartment, and get her clothes off.
I’m still starting us in the bath. I’ve got a nice large soaking tub and I’m going to wash every one of that asswipe’s touches away. And then I’m going to put her on top of me and let her ride me however she wants.
Because I’ve tried to dominate my entire life, but with Kim… I want whatever she wants. I want her to feel good and when it comes to her pleasure…
I just want to be her slave.
She was absolutely right about that and it’s the strangest thing.
“I think we should do some furniture shopping tomorrow.”
“Furniture shopping?” she sits up then.
“For the new place.”
“Wait…my new place or your new place?”
That is an excellent question and for some reason, when Mason mentioned a penthouse, I just assumed it would be for two. Why would she sleep anywhere else besides my bed?
The building comes into view, and I hit the button for the gates, which open just long enough for my car to pull in and then they clank closed again.
I meant what I said about not doing long-term, but living with Kim until she leaves for the east coast isn’t exactly long-term.
Then again, it’s way longer than any other relationship I’ve ever been in. And what’s even stranger is the more time that goes by, the more I seem to want Kim.
I thought after the wedding, if I could just have her a few more times, this attraction would burn out. But it only seems to be getting hotter.
Instead of feeling satiated, I’m hungrier than ever…
I park the car, barely shutting it off, before I’m out of the driver’s seat and coming around the back bumper to open her door.
I help her out, pulling her into my side as I hustle her to the elevator. I can’t explain why I’m frantic, but I just want her tucked in my room, in my bed, where I know she’ll be safe and warm.
Of course, she’ll likely have my cock inside her.
We get into the elevator and as the doors close, I’m lifting her in my arms, but unlike the last time when I pressed her against the wall, this time, I just drop my head into her neck, breathing in her scent.
I must be coming down from the adrenaline, because I think about what happened, and a few questions start swirling. “Why did you come downstairs during your set?”
“You called,” she answers automatically.
“I did not.”
She stiffens in my arms. “But Melissa said….”
“Melissa? That’s weird… I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow.” It’s a fact I file away for later.
The elevator stops and the doors slide open. I drop her bag in the entry and then carry Kim straight to the bathroom. I want to touch her skin, check her and make sure she isn’t too hurt.
She’s still in her full leather suit and I set her down on the tile floor, starting to work the zipper and help her out of it, which basically means peeling it off her.
She kicks off her heels, sighing.
When we’ve freed her torso, I cross to the tub, sitting on the edge to turn on the taps. I look back just in time to see her wiggling her hips out of the skintight cloth.
A rumble fills my chest as I tug my shirt over my head. I kick off my shoes just in time for her to pull her second leg out of the leather so that she’s in nothing but a thong. Her back is to me, but Kim doesn’t have a bad side and I’m devouring the curve of her back, her perfect ass. My gaze skims down her long, lean legs and then back up her body, mapping every little freckle as she tosses the suit to the side.
I reach out, grasping her waist and sliding my hands down her hips. She smiles at me over her shoulder as I pull her into my body.
She’s still looking at me as I bring my hands to her stomach and then skim them up to cup her breasts.
I feel her gasp, her nipples peaking in my palms as she pushes up on tiptoe, but she doesn’t kiss me.
Instead, she rubs the tip of her nose against mine. “Leo.”
Something in the tone of it makes my breath hold in my chest. It’s sweet and vulnerable and needy. “Baby.”
“I know how much you’ve done for me. I’ll pay you back someday. Promise.”
She’s got this ridiculous sense of fair. I’ve never met someone more concerned with not taking, despite how little she has, and it makes it so easy to give. I can be stingy but not with her. Never with her. I let go of one of her tits to run my palm back down her belly and then I slide my fingers into her thong, my middle finger gliding right through her folds. “You give me more than enough.”
“I don’t give you anything,” she whispers.
I kiss her then, her sweet mouth so soft under mine. One of my hands is tweaking a nipple, the other is cupping her pussy while my finger circles her clit. Her hips are starting to move, chasing the pleasure, as she bucks into my palm.
I don’t even know how to explain to her that I don’t need her to give me anything other than permission to let me keep her close.
It’s my job to give to her. Care for her. It’s her job to…
I guess I see the problem. She must not think sex is enough. But for me, it is. She steals my breath every time I look at her and the fact I get to touch her…
“You give me plenty.” And then I push my fingers lower, one of them sliding into her soaking wet pussy.
We both groan, and I look back to realize the tub is about to overflow.
Reluctantly, I let her go, sliding my hand back out of her underwear. I turn off the water and then drain some so that we don’t overflow it. She’s taking off her thong and I reach out my hand to help her into the tub.
She steps in, sinking into the water with a sigh, as I shuck off my jeans to climb in behind her. Her skin slides against mine as she settles back into me. I reach for some soap and start scrubbing her down.
I mostly just want to touch her skin. There are some faint bruises on her biceps but that’s about it. My fingers glide over them as I kiss her neck, her ear. I hate that he left them on her, and I do my best to soothe them away.
But I’m no longer in a hurry. Now that we’re naked, I honestly want to slow this down. I’ve never been a guy for taking my time. I like things fast and hot. But tonight, right now, I feel different.
Like it’s more important to be slow and gentle. To show her… I search for the words.
To show her that she’s in good hands.
I try not to think about why that’s important to me. My hands are gliding over her belly, her body relaxing into mine as I kiss along her shoulder. She reaches back and twines her fingers into my hair.
Which means, I scrub the soap across her exposed armpit, making her jerk her arm away with a wild giggle.
“Are you ticklish?” I’m grinning too, wanting to touch her there again. Maybe I want to tickle her there with the stubble on my chin.
“No,” she gasps, moving away to give me a little splash.
I love knowing this about her and I pull her close again turning her upper half so that her breasts are crushed into my chest, her hip pressing into my groin.
Her arms twine around my neck as I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth to really taste her.
The tub is big but not big enough that she could straddle me that way I’d like her to, so I push up, holding her waist as I rise, water cascading down our bodies. I step out of the tub, carrying her with me. Water spills onto the floor as I grab a towel. I don’t want to stop kissing her long enough to dry off, so instead, I heave her higher, my arm under her ass so that her legs wrap around me.
Which has my cock pushing against her pussy.
I slide in slowly, remembering how tight she was last time. It’s not different this time, her walls gripping me as I ease in.
But she doesn’t seem nervous tonight.
In fact, her hips arch in a way that pulls me in deeper. It looks so beautiful, the way her body rolls but it feels even better. “My little dancer,” I grit out, pushing deeper inside her. I’m half tempted to just fuck her right here. The floor is slippery though, the pools of water on the marble. And I want to see her ride me, watch her hips roll, and so I start for the bedroom door, keeping my cock buried deep as I hold both her ass cheeks in my hands. Even as I walk, I’m naturally pumping in and out of her, her little whimpers and mewls making my cock harder as I walk and fuck her at the same time.
Sex with Kim is on some other level. She grips me with her legs, leaning her upper body away from me which drives me even deeper inside her.
I stop walking, my vision blurring. It’s so good, I can’t even breathe, so instead, I just hold her ass as tightly as I can.
She squirms, creating all sorts of feels before I finally release some of the pressure so she can bounce on my cock again.
It’s so good, I stand next to the bed, just letting her ride me like this until I remember…I want more visuals.
Falling back on the bed, she lands on top of me. Instantly, she pushes up on my chest, so that her hips rock my cock deep inside her. I gnash my teeth together, a greedy snarl of pleasure pulling from my lips.
But she isn’t done. With a gorgeous roll, she starts riding me. Just like her dancing, her body is fluid, beautiful, her tight sheath rubbing up and down my cock making my balls so tight, I think they might burst.
But I’m not cumming yet.
My girl needs to break first. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, these needy little moans falling from her lips as she moves faster and faster. Soon her moans become a keening cry that has me grunting in response, words totally failing me.
That’s when I grab her hips in my hands and pull her tighter into my pelvis, giving her clit what it craves.
She screams out my name, finally breaking, her movements fast and jerky, the rhythm gone as she rides out her pleasure. I love it so much, it sets off my own orgasm, as I pump her full of my cum, my guttural grunts joining hers.
She rides me until she seeks out every last bit of pleasure and then she collapses on my chest. “That was…”
I know. Holding her to my chest, I roll her over so she’s under me now. Her body is soft and pliant as she tosses her hands above her head, her face falling to one side. I kiss a trail along her neck wanting even more of her taste on my tongue.
My cock starts to stir again, which surprises even me. I just came.
She lets out a sleepy little sigh, the fingers in one of her hands twining in mine. I feel the moment she relaxes into sleep, and I lift my head. Our feet are still dangling over the side and my cock is pressing into her soaking wet folds. “Kim?”
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs as she bends one of her legs around mine, and then wraps my calf with hers. It’s intimate and hot all at the same time. “You’re hard again.”
She’s so pliant in my arms. “You do that to me, baby.”
She smiles, her eyes still closed, even as her other leg hooks about my waist.
The invitation is clear.
“You sure you’re up for another round?” I whisper into her skin.
“You feel so good, Leo,” she sighs out. “Fuck me again.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I thrust inside her, deep and hard. In the tub, I wanted her to know she was cherished.
But now…I want her to know she’s mine.