Chapter 35
chapter thirty-five
LEO
Hands and tongues and teeth collide as we make our way to Marisol’s front door, neither of us giving each other an inch of space to breathe. Her back hits the door, and her hands find the buttons of my shirt while I fight with the pinpad. “Four-two-two-three-six-nine.”
The light stays red as Marisol presses a kiss to the base of my neck. “One,” she says.
“What?” I tip my head down so I can kiss her. Fuck the security alarm.
“Four-two-two—” She pauses for a kiss. “Three-six-one.”
“For fuck’s sake.” I break away to put in the code, and when the light flashes green, I lift Marisol into my arms, using one of them to push open the door before I carry her inside. I kick it closed.
I stride toward her bedroom without tearing my lips from hers.
She wouldn’t let me if I tried. When I reach the side of her bed, I throw her into the middle of the mattress.
She squeals on the way down, laughing when her back hits the soft comforter.
I crawl on top of her, grinning as she smiles up at me.
I don’t think there will ever be a better feeling in my life than the one I get when Marisol smiles at me.
She reaches up, pulling my head down to her as she kisses me, smiling against my lips.
This moment feels so precious. Everything is about to change.
Everything already has changed, but it’s about to change again.
I don’t know how we are going to make this work, all I know is that we work. I’ll do anything to keep it that way.
I slide a hand under her back and roll her on top of me, gorgeous giggles erupting from her once again.
But then she falls quiet, her gaze soft as she explores every part of my face.
She trails a delicate finger down the bridge of my nose, following the slightly wonky angle. “I broke it in a fight,” I say.
“In the ring?” she asks.
“In the field,” I say, my hands falling to her hips.
“Oh.” She nods, her hand moving to trace the shell of my ear, but she avoids my eyes.
“You should’ve seen the other guy,” I say, and she rolls her eyes before they come back to meet mine.
“Not everything about the job was bad,” I say, reaching my hand up and letting my fingers slide down her shoulder.
“I was in the field a lot before my accident. Most of those times, I came out unscathed. I was safe.” She nods, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “But that was the risk I was taking.”
She runs a fingertip across my brow. “I’m glad it’s one you don’t have to take anymore.”
“Me too, covergirl,” I say. “I’d much rather be here with you.” I hook my finger under the strap of her dress, letting it fall down her arm. It takes me right back to that night at Marina’s when she asked me to fix her strap. To put it back on her shoulder rather than pulling it off.
She must be thinking of it too, ’cause when I meet her gaze, she’s wearing a knowing smile. I do the same thing to the other side, leaving them hanging over her upper arms.
She reaches down, undoing the remaining buttons of my shirt before she pushes it aside, running her hands down my chest. “You are a beautiful man.”
I smirk up at her. “High praise coming from the supermodel.”
She rolls her eyes, and I sit up, pressing a kiss to her lips as I pull my arms out of my shirt and toss it off the bed. “I can barely believe this sometimes,” I admit, letting myself be vulnerable with her.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Believe it.” She grins.
I kiss her like she’s mine, and then my hands find the hem of her dress. “May I?” She nods, and I pull the dress over her head. She laughs a little as she smooths her hair back from her face, but then she goes quiet.
I take in the sight in front of me. The light yellow lacy bra she’s wearing. One that has no lining, meaning I can see her perfectly pink nipples pushing against the lace.
I look back up to meet Marisol’s eyes, and she looks terrified. Like I might not like what I see. I push her hair behind her ears and bring my lips to hers. “You look fucking ethereal,” I say, and she giggles against my lips.
“Oh, he’s bringing out the big words now.” She laughs, and I shake my head.
“There aren’t enough words in either language we speak to convey how much of a fucking knockout you are.” My hands roam up her back, but I can’t take my eyes off her chest.
I bring one of my hands around to her front, sliding my thumb across the thin lace that covers her nipples.
She lets out an uneven breath, her head rolling to the side.
I smile to myself before I pull my finger away and replace it with my lips, kissing her through the lace.
She grinds in my lap, and I can feel myself getting hard again as she pushes her chest forward, arching her back.
I rake my teeth over the fabric, and she whimpers. “Fuck.”
I do love it when she curses.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask, bringing my lips up to meet hers again.
“The top drawer in my dresser,” she breathes.
I flip her over, leaving her lying on the mattress as I find the dresser.
When I pull open the top drawer, it’s filled with makeup, a hairbrush, a scrunchie, hand sanitizer, and a row of condoms. I grab them, bringing the whole row because I have a feeling we will be here a while.
When I turn around, Marisol is sitting up on the bed, completely naked. All traces of pretty lace gone, the only thing that’s left is her.
I drag my hand down my jaw as I look at her, her dark, wavy hair her only accessory. “You’re beautiful,” I say simply as I move toward her, slipping my own pants and underwear off. She smiles softly as she scoots further toward the pillow, her eyes caught below my waistline.
I crawl onto the bed, and I can’t help but smile because she literally can’t tear her eyes away from my dick. “You did have it in your mouth not five minutes ago.”
She looks up at me, and her cheeks flush with heat. “I know, I just…it’s pretty.” She shrugs.
“Yeah?” I grin as I hover over her.
“One of the prettier ones I’ve seen, for sure.”
I smile and shake my head before I tear the top off the condom wrapper. “You wanna do it, baby?”
She grins up at me in response and takes the condom from me, sliding it down my length without taking her eyes off mine. She lines us up, and for a moment, all we do is look at each other, our gazes colliding in a conversation of their own. She slightly angles her hips, and then I push into her.
Our collective gasps fill the room as I drop my head down beside hers on the pillow. She has her arms wrapped around me, and when I tilt my hips, she grips me tighter. “God, Leo.”
I rock back, letting myself slide out of her almost all the way before I gently push back in once more. “Fuck. Do you feel how well we fit?” I groan in her ear, and she tilts her hips in response, taking me even deeper.
“I feel you everywhere,” she breathes. I push myself up so I can see her, and her eyes are glazed over with pleasure.
We slowly find our rhythm, moving together like a gentle wave as our hands and mouths explore each other.
In the limo, things were exciting, desperate.
Like, after all of this time, we had to taste each other.
Now, it’s like both of us are taking a breath.
Like we have all the time in the world to do that again, but this moment here, it deserves to be cherished. And we spend hours doing so.