15. Quit Teasing
Quit Teasing
Zoe
Eighteen Months Ago
‘I’ll get you something comfy to put on, then we can order something to eat,’ Leo said as we entered his apartment.
‘Thank you.’ My attention drifted to the kitchen and the fridge, and I felt the flush of heat at the memory of that night. Following him into his bedroom, I walked over to sit on his bed, and when he turned, he seemed a little surprised to see me there.
‘You okay?’ I asked as he inhaled deeply, and he looked from me to the clothes in his hands, then back to me.
‘Yeah, just… nothing.’
‘I need to confess something.’ I pushed back onto the bed and crossed my legs. Leo stepped forward and put down the clothes. ‘That night, when I was getting ready in here,’ I started to unzip my hoody, noticing the bob of his throat as he swallowed. ‘I snooped.’ I shrugged off my hoody. ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.’
‘Snooped where?’ Oh god, his voice was so low, so hungry.
‘Your closet,’ I rose up to my knees and popped the button on my jeans. His eyes flared, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. ‘I smelled your cologne.’ I smiled and started to lower the zip.
‘Zo,’
‘Your nightstand.’
‘What are you doing?’
Without a second thought, I gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off. Leo’s head dropped forward, and he shook it as he inhaled and exhaled loudly.
‘Leo, look at me.’
He leaned forward, bending at the hips and pushing his fists into the mattress. Every muscle in his arms tensed and flexed, and as he raised his gaze to mine, it was with an intense, hungry stare that made me shiver.
‘I’m not the same girl I was.’ I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my jeans and slowly started to push them down. ‘Back then, I was nervous, confused.’ I noticed the growing bulge behind his fly. He ignored it for a moment, but when I lowered my jeans a little more, it must have gotten uncomfortable, and he popped the top button. It sent a thrill through me. ‘I was afraid of what it meant, wanting you that way, this way.’ With my jeans halfway down my thighs, I sat back and then leaned back against his pillows, stretching my legs forward until he reached out and grabbed my ankles, yanking me toward him and pulling my jeans off the rest of the way.
I grinned with excitement and leaned up on my elbows to meet him in the middle as he bent forward over me. ‘I’m not afraid anymore.’
‘Fuck.’ His growl vibrated through me before he stood, tore off his shirt, and pulled me up and into his arms with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered my mouth to his.
I felt so small in his arms but so safe, so cared for.
‘You want this?’ he asked into the kiss, and I nodded, not wanting to break the connection.
‘Words,’
‘Yes, yes, Leo.’
‘Goddam, Zo.’
He tossed me onto his bed, and I giggled until his hands came to his jeans, and I closed my eyes, bringing my hands up to cover them.
‘Why are you covering your eyes?’
‘Because I think if I see it, I’ll get scared it won’t fit, even though I know it does — perfectly .’
His laugh was happy, carefree, and beautiful, and as his body moved over mine, I opened my eyes to see a man who was all that and more.
‘You’re sure about this?’ he asked as his fingers moved slowly up my inner thigh, and I parted my legs wider to make room for him. ‘I guess I’ll take that as a yes.’
His fingers moved over the cotton covering the hot, sensitive flesh that craved his touch.
Leo’s fingers traveled to the waistband of my panties and pushed inside as his tongue found mine once more, and I moaned against his mouth.
I had been with other men since the last time I was with him, and now I had a point of comparison. I’d never dreamed of comparing him to Luke, but those other men didn’t have a patch on Leo Bennett.
His fingers explored me, dipping inside, stroking, teasing my clit, and I was putty in his hands. When he moved, and I felt his hard dick against my thigh, I groaned impatiently, and he laughed, low and slow, then pushed two thick fingers inside me.
‘Oh my god.’ I threw my head back, releasing a loud moan as my body tingled and trembled at his touch.
‘Zo,’ my name was a breath against my neck as he kissed, licked, and sucked at my heated skin.
As his mouth found mine again, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on. His fingers left my body, and he started to slide my panties off. I raised my butt and bent my knees to help him, and then the only thing left between us was my bra.
I wrapped my legs around his back and felt the weight of his dick against me. He rolled his hips, sliding his length against my wet pussy and driving me crazy.
‘Quit teasing,’ I whined, and he chuckled.
‘Oh, you want more?’ His voice was playful but as needy as mine.
‘I want it all.’
At my words, Leo pulled back to look into my eyes. I gave him a small, shy smile, and he pushed inside me slowly, never breaking the eye contact that said more than words ever could.
He reached one hand up to take mine from his neck, kissing my palm before holding it to the mattress above my head, then repeating the action with the other hand. This was different. This wasn’t raw need and passion. This was so much more. I couldn’t bring myself to think of the words, but I knew this crossed a line I would never come back from.
As he kissed me and drove deep into my body over and over, I felt the build — felt the spread of pleasure heating my skin and forcing gasps and moans from my mouth.
‘Fuck, Zoe.’ He groaned as he pressed his forehead to mine.
‘Leo, please, I’m…’ I didn’t finish the sentence as he angled his hips and brought my orgasm crashing over me in intense waves. I called out, screamed his name, and was barely on the same plain as he thrust and emptied into my body.
I shook and sighed as aftershocks of ecstasy rolled through me.
‘Zo.’
I opened my eyes and found him looking down at me, uncertainty in his eyes. I reached my hand up to his neck and guided him back to my mouth.
I wasn’t running this time.
‘Hey, munch.’
I smiled as he answered my call. It had been three weeks since the most amazing night with him. We hadn’t discussed anything about what had happened, and I was glad about that. I needed time to process it, consider what was next, accept the fact that the guilt wasn’t there this time — accept the fact that I was falling for a man who didn’t do serious, and I would have to find a way to be okay with that.
‘Hey.’
We had been talking a lot, but it was just like old times, laughing about stupid stuff, catching up about Bowie, Doug, Bree, and his time in Seattle.
‘How was your day today?’
I smiled. I loved the way he always asked me that.
‘It was good, busy, but good. Yours?’
‘Yeah, same. They asked me to stay.’
The sinking feeling came fast and hard.
‘Stay in Seattle?’
‘Yeah, my guest slot has been pretty popular. I have the backache to prove it.’ He laughed, and I forced myself to do the same.
‘So, are you going to. Stay, I mean?’
‘Um, no. I don’t think so. I love it up here, but I have my shop. It would only be three months, but…’
He didn’t say anymore, and I knew he was waiting for me to say more, but what would I say? If he came home, what would that be for? Casual sex with me every now and again in between my dating other men and him hooking up with other women? That wasn’t enough. I couldn’t do that to him.
‘You should think about it, really. It’s a great opportunity.’
I heard his long exhale, ‘Yeah, I’ll think about it.’
‘I should let you get some sleep, rest your back.’
‘Probably.’
Despite knowing this thing between us couldn’t ever, wouldn’t ever be more, I wanted to say it, don’t stay, come back , but the words wouldn’t come.
‘Night, Leo.’
‘Night, munch.’