Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Leo
Fuck.
This has to be a dream.
A nightmare.
No, I think as her body presses closer, her mouth finds mine. A dream. A fantasy.
The best moment of my fucking life.
Her lips are soft and plump as they part, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, tangling with mine. I press my palm flat to her back, arching her over my arm as I kiss her.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
But with the last months of torment, of longing, of fear and regret and guilt and…need.
The same need that’s been there from the moment I first saw her at Luna’s baby shower.
The same need that’s only grown, no matter how hard I’ve tried to ignore it.
And giving in…is its own special brand of torment.
“Leo,” she whispers, tearing her mouth from mine, her breaths coming in rapid gusts. “I—”
I can’t help it.
Can’t hear her apologize or say it was a mistake or ask me to let her go.
Not yet.
Not just yet.
So, I kiss her again.
And she meets the thrusts of my tongue without hesitation.
Fuck, I could taste her like this for an eternity—could feel her moans on my tongue, her hands on my back, the softness of her body beneath mine as I press her into the couch and rock my hips against hers.
“L-Leo,” she whispers, as I release her lips and kiss my way down her neck, nipping at the smooth curve of her throat, inhaling the sweet scent of her.
“Let me,” I say softly as I stroke my hand over her still-flat belly and find the hem of her tee, start dragging it up to reveal the silky skin of her abdomen. She shivers, body melting beneath my touch. “Let me make you feel good.”
A shudder wracking her frame, her legs falling open around mine, cradling my pelvis.
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding against her.
Nothing has ever felt better than Harper.
“Leo,” she moans. “I—”
“Please?” I beg.
Yup. Beg.
Her eyes come to mine, and it’s impossible to miss the indecision. I want to press further, to keep begging, but I force myself to wait.
And maybe I pray.
And maybe rock ever so slightly.
She gasps, her head falling back, exposing that gorgeous throat of hers.
I can’t resist bending down and sucking at her skin, leaving a faint pink mark that she might curse me for later. But it’s not my fault she tastes delicious…or that she threads her fingers into my hair and holds me against her, those sexy hips of hers rocking beneath mine.
Fuck, I want her naked.
“Okay,” she whispers.
For a heartbeat, I think I said that out loud.
Then I realize she’s answering my earlier question—which is almost just as good.
Desire arrows straight for my dick, making it go somehow even harder as I tug at her shirt, drawing it up and over her head.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“What?” she asks, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
“Your body, baby. Fuck, it makes me crazy.”
“I—” Her eyes go wide then drift from mine, sliding down her body. “I mean, it’s just a body.”
Is she insane?
“It’s not just a body,” I growl, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp on her bra, freeing those tits of hers that have haunted my dreams for months now. They’re rounder, plumper, and when I drag my thumb over her nipple she hisses out a breath. “Sensitive?” I ask.
She nods jerkily, pressing herself into my palm. “Yeah, ever since…you know.”
“I know,” I murmur, bending and pressing my lips to her collarbone, the top of her breasts. “But even though they’re sensitive, these things are magnificent.”
“Men,” she huffs out, her eyes dancing.
“Yeah.” I bury my face in those glorious tits, rubbing my face lightly back and forth, back and forth. “Right now, I’m damned glad for that.”
She giggles, but then I’m kissing her lightly, kneading at her flesh.
Her moan wraps itself around my dick as I drag my tongue over her skin.
I leave her nipples alone for the moment, not wanting her on the wrong side of sensitive, then kiss my way down her torso, her hips, nudging her sweats down so I can press my lips to her pubic bone.
“Please,” she whispers, lifting up slightly.
Enough for me to tug down her underwear, to expose that plump pink pussy to my gaze.
Leaning in, I draw my tongue through her slick folds.
“Oh,” she moans, her hands diving into my hair and clenching tightly at the strands.
Tightly enough that pain shoots through my scalp—though it’s not nearly as painful as my dick, which is hard and aching and protesting the confines of my pants. Still, I take the silent message and do it again. Then again.
Then I’m fucking her with my fingers and tongue, doing all the things I learned she likes during our night together.
Discovering new ones too—she likes my teeth on her labia, and her clit is sensitive too so it needs gentle strokes instead of firm circles, and, oh, she really, fucking really likes it when I slide my hands under her ass and devour her properly.
“Leo!” she gasps, grinding her pussy against my face.
Her desire coats my beard, my fingers, and then her sweet little cunt is tightening around my fingers and—
“Oh, fuck. Leo!” she cries out.
And she comes apart.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I want to make it happen again and again and—
“Now,” she whispers, her hands reaching for the waistband of my jeans.
“No, Harp,” I say, wiping my face on my sleeve. “That was for you.”
“Leo.” She undoes the button on my jeans, tugs down the zipper, and dives her hand inside. “I need you inside me.”
I should just let this end here.
But…
Her fingers are wrapping around my cock and stroking and, fuck, but I want her so badly.
So, I don’t fight her when she pushes my pants down, don’t fight her when she drags me toward her and positions my cock at her entrance.
And I sure as shit don’t fight her when she lifts her hips and starts to take me inside.
With a groan, I plunge deep, feeling the slick heat of her clasping me tightly.
Shit.
This isn’t good.
As in, I’m at risking of making it not good because it’s so fucking good.
“More,” she says, gripping my waist, her nails biting into my hips. “Leo, more,” she demands. “Harder.”
And, yup, this isn’t going to go slow.
I draw out, thrust deep, and I do it hard. I do it fast, her moans driving me faster, the edges of my orgasm already clawing at my control.
She’s beautiful below me, her hazel eyes half-mast, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she pants out my name.
Nails in my skin.
Legs wrapped tight.
Her pussy clenching tightly around me.
“Leo!” she gasps, and I let go, pounding into her, my pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until—
“Harper!” I grunt, coming apart, that tight cunt milking my cock as my orgasm explodes through me.
Fuck, that’s good.
Fuck, it’s great.
Fuck, it’s nearly impossible for me to roll us both to the side so I don’t crush her as I catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her hand pressed to her chest.
“That,” I rasp. “Times a million.”
She grins at me and I feel something in my heart flutter, something scary, something that almost has me getting up from this couch and bolting. Only…
Then she yawns and the panic inside me fades.
She needs rest. Which means she needs to clean up and get to bed.
I can make that happen.
Getting up on shaky legs, I tug up my pants then lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
“Thanks,” she whispers when I set her on her feet.
I nod, wash my hands then slip out into the hall.
“Leo?”
“Yeah, Harp?”
“Are you heading out?”
The question is neutral, but I see it in her eyes. The resignation that I’m going to walk away again.
That I’m going to leave.
And I should.
But…I can’t.
So—with panic nearly shredding my insides—I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “I’m not leaving.”
She exhales, and I touch her cheek.
“I’ll meet you in bed?”
Her eyes shutter, but not before I see the blip of emotion, of softness crossing the golden-green depths, and something settles in me as I leave her to clean up, as I ignore the voice telling me to go home, and crawl into her bed.
She comes out a few minutes later and hesitates.
“Come here,” I murmur, lifting up the edge of the blanket.
Teeth pressing into the corner her tempting mouth.
But then she’s slipping in beside me and I’m pulling her into my arms and…
Holding her close like this is every bit as good as my orgasm was.