Chapter 14
LEO
The moment my bedroom door closes behind us, I pull away from Emma, feeling something shift in the air.
In the garden we were all urgency and desperation, grinding against each other like teenagers, barely able to keep our hands off each other long enough to make it up the stairs.
But now, in the quiet of my room with the afternoon light filtering through the curtains and Emma standing in front of me with her lips swollen and her eyes dark with want, I feel the need to slow down.
Last time was frantic. But this time—this time I want to do it right.
“Come here,” I say quietly, holding out my hand.
Emma takes it, letting me pull her closer until she’s standing right in front of me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and the flush on her cheeks extends down her throat to her chest. I’ve been thinking about that flush for three days.
I slide my hand against her face, my thumb brushing across her cheekbone, and she leans into the touch.
Her eyes flutter closed and I just look at her for a moment.
The dark auburn hair that’s slightly mussed from my hands, the barely-there freckles scattered across her nose that I’ve never noticed before, the curve of her lips that I’ve become obsessed with.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say roughly, unable to believe that she’s right here in front of me and wants me.
Emma’s eyes open, green and bright, and I can see vulnerability there mixed with the desire. “I—”
“Shh,” I murmur, and I lean in to kiss her. It’s slow this time, not the desperate kisses from the garden. I want to taste her and memorize the way she feels against me.
Emma makes a soft noise and her hands come up to grip my shirt. I let her kiss me for a moment before I break away and start working at the buttons of her short-sleeved shirt. My hands are steadier than I expected given how badly I want her.
“We have time,” I tell her, undoing the first button, then the second. “I want to learn every part of you.”
Emma’s breath catches and I can see her pulse jumping in her throat. I lean down and press a kiss there while I continue unbuttoning her shirt. Her hands are still gripping my shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
When I get the final button undone, I pull the shirt down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. She’s wearing a simple pink bra and the sight of her in it makes my mouth go dry. I trace my fingers along the edge of it, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
“You’re staring again,” Emma says, but her voice is breathless.
“Mmm. Can’t help it,” I reply honestly, my fingers trailing down her sternum, between her breasts, down to her stomach. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not—” Emma starts, but I cut her off with a kiss.
“You are,” I insist against her mouth. “To me, you’re perfect.”
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and letting it fall. When she’s bare from the waist up, I have to step back just to look. The afternoon light is hitting her just right, making her skin glow, and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her right now.
“More staring?”
“I’m looking,” I tell her, and I step forward again, my hands going to her waist. “I’m memorizing. Because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I lean down and kiss her collarbone, then lower, my mouth trailing across the swell of her breast. When I close my lips around her nipple, Emma gasps and her hands fly to my hair, gripping tight.
I take my time with her breasts, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan, filing away every reaction for later.
“Leo,” Emma breathes, and my name in that voice makes me harder than I already am. “Please—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her skin. “We’re not rushing this.”
My hands go to the button of her jeans and I undo it slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes are dark, her lips parted, her chest heaving with each breath. I slide the zipper down and push her jeans down her hips, kneeling as I do so I can pull them all the way off.
From this angle, with Emma standing above me in just her underwear, I can see everything. The curve of her hips, the soft skin of her stomach, the way her thighs are pressed together like she’s trying to get some friction. I press a kiss to her hip bone and she shivers.
“These too,” I say, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her underwear.
Emma nods, unable to speak, and I pull them down slowly. When she’s completely naked in front of me, I sit back on my heels. She’s perfect. Soft curves and smooth skin and I want to touch every inch of her.
“You’re still dressed,” Emma points out, and her voice is shaking slightly.
“I know,” I reply, standing up. “But I was distracted.”
Emma’s hands go to my shirt, pulling at the remaining buttons with trembling fingers.
I help her, shrugging out of it when she gets it open, then her hands are on my chest, exploring.
Her touch is tentative at first, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed, but when I make a sound of encouragement, she grows bolder.
Her nails scrape against my skin and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
The strain against my pants is almost painful at her touch.
“Your turn,” Emma says, her hands going to my belt.
I let her undress me, watching her face as she reveals more of me. When I’m finally naked, we just stand there for a moment, looking at each other.
“Bed,” I say, my voice rough with want.
Emma nods and I take her hand, leading her to my king-size bed. When I lay her down on the dark sheets she looks so right there that something in my chest goes tight.
I climb onto the bed next to her, propping myself up on one elbow so I can look down at her. Her hair is spread out on my pillow, her body flushed and wanting, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Hi,” Emma says, and there’s a shyness in her voice that makes me smile.
“Hi.” I lean down to kiss her.
I take my time exploring her mouth, learning the taste of her, and the way she responds when I do certain things. My hand trails down her body—over her breast, down her ribs, across her hip—mapping her by touch.
Emma makes these soft sounds that drive me crazy, her hands in my hair, her body arching into my touch. When my hand slides between her thighs, she’s fucking soaking wet, and the knowledge that she wants me this badly makes me groan.
“Emma,” I breathe against her mouth, and she whimpers when my fingers slide through her wetness.
“Please,” she gasps. “Leo, please—”
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, circling her clit with my thumb while two fingers slide inside her. I nearly come right there when her walls clench against me.
“You,” Emma moans, her hips rocking against my hand. “I need you.”
But I’m not done learning her yet. I want to know every sound she makes, every way to make her fall apart. I kiss down her throat and her chest, taking my time with her breasts again before moving lower. Her stomach, her hip bones, the inside of her thighs.
“Leo, what are you—” Emma starts, but then my mouth is on her and whatever she was going to say turns into a moan.
She tastes incredible. Sweet and salty and uniquely Emma and my first taste of her makes me make a deep sound in the back of my throat, primitive and possessive. She’s everything I’ve ever been craving.
I could live here, I think distantly and I mean it.
“Oh—oh god,” Emma moans, her back arching off the bed as her hands fly into my hair, gripping tight. “Leo, I’m—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I tell her, and I add my fingers back, curling them inside her while I work her pussy and clit with my tongue and lips and teeth, learning every sound she makes.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Fuck my face. Take what you need.”
She does. When I slide two fingers inside her, she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
“Leo—I’m—I’m going to—”
“Do it,” I command. “Come for me. Let me taste it.”
Her back arches, thighs trembling as she bucks into my face, pulling my hair and panting as her climax hits her in waves.
When she finally goes boneless against the mattress, I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising.
My chin is wet, my hair completely destroyed, and I’ve never been harder in my life.
Emma looks completely undone. Her hair is a mess, her skin is pink, and she’s looking at me with something in her eyes that makes my heart stutter.
“Get over here,” she orders, her voice hoarse, and she pulls at my shoulders until I’m climbing back up her body.
I settle between her thighs and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Emma moans into my mouth before she pulls away and moves her hand so it’s wrapping around my cock. My vision goes white for a second and I delight in the feral little sound that comes out of her.
“Is this what you were thinking about?” Emma strokes me slowly, watching my face. “For the last three days?”
“Yes—fuck—yes.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Emma admits. “Do you know I got myself off in the shower the first time we nearly kissed?”
The image nearly undoes me and I curse at the fact that I was respectful enough to not put cameras in a bathroom. I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away before I embarrass myself. “You’re going to kill me.”
I line myself up and push inside her slowly, so slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes are locked on mine and I can see every emotion on her face. It’s intoxicating.
“Oh god—” she breathes, head falling back. “Leo—”
She clenches around me and I swear viciously.
“If you do that again,” I warn through gritted teeth, “this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”