Chapter 7 Amy
AMY
My body trembles in relief as the orgasm races through me. Leo shudders and groans, and as he comes in his hand, a deep satisfaction rolls through me.
If he had any doubts that I am a woman, they must be gone by now. I’ve shown him my body is all woman.
He must see how we can be together now. Unless I’ve tempted him too far and it’s not what he wants.
Panic grips at my stomach. Then I remember the words he said to me.
You’re mine, Amy. Only mine.
My body relaxes. He wants this as much as I do.
Leo’s wiping his hand on a tissue, and I suddenly feel awkward, shy at my nakedness, which doesn’t make sense considering how bold I was a few moments ago. But no man’s ever seen me naked before.
I sit back on the bed and grab the t-shirt, ready to pull it over my head.
“Leave it.” Leo grabs the t-shirt and snatches it out of my hand. “I want you to sleep naked.”
The words send a tingle through me, and my pussy convulses. Leo pulls a tissue from a box by the bed and hands it to me.
“I won’t sleep with you until I’ve spoken to Tony.” At the mention of my father, an uneasy feeling pierces the happiness. “I won’t disrespect my best friend like that.”
“I’m an adult, Leo. I can make my own decisions.
I stick out my lower lip. I’ve just been given this new plaything and he wants to take it away.
“Don’t look at me like that, angel.” He pulls down the top of the duvet and pats the bed, inviting me in.
“You’re mine, Amy. And I will claim that sweet pussy. But there’s a right way to do this, and that’s what we’re going to do.”
I climb into bed, and he slides in next to me, his front to my back. His arms go around my body, and it feels so right to be in his arms that I let out an involuntary sigh.
Something hard presses into my back, and I give a gasp when I realize what it is. I didn’t realize men could get hard again so soon.
Leo chuckles at my reaction. His fingertips slide down my arm, making my skin tingle and my pussy light up with heat.
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex?”
His lips press against my neck, making the last part of my sentence climb up an octave.
“We’re not having sex. But it doesn’t mean we can’t do what we just did again.”
I press my hips against him and slide my hand back and over his thighs. Because I want more. I want all of him.
Leo stops my hand and places it in front of me between my thighs. He turns my palm around so it’s pressed against my pussy. I feel a wave of disappointment. I haven’t yet broken down his defenses. He doesn’t want me enough to give in to temptation.
“Touch yourself, Amy. Show me you’re a woman.”
His words are breathy and delicious, and I close my eyes and float away as pleasure courses through my body.
I may not have all of Leo, but I’m in his bed and that’s enough for now.
The sun’s already peeping through the windows by the time I wake up the next morning. The sheets feel slick on my naked body, and I stretch lazily, remembering what happened last night.
Leo wants me. He’s as into me as I am into him.
There’s a big smile on my face as I roll over. It disappears when I see the empty side of the bed. My hand reaches out, but the sheets are cold.
Slipping on the oversized t-shirt Leo lent me last night, I pad out of the bedroom and downstairs.
The smell of frying bacon hits me before I reach the kitchen. Leo’s humming as he turns the bacon with a dishcloth thrown over his shoulder.
He’s wearing old sweatpants that hang off his hips and a tank top that shows off the muscles rippling underneath.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, and my pussy pulses remembering the way he watched me last night as I touched myself.
“Good morning, beautiful.” he says when he sees me.
I could get used to this, waking up to this man every morning.
“You want one egg or two?”
“Two, please.” I take a seat on the kitchen stool and watch him as he cooks.
I don’t know if the things he said to me last night were spur of the moment or if he really meant them. And I can’t tell from the way he’s acting.
Leo seems happy, humming to himself as he cracks eggs into the frying pan. But this is what Leo’s always like. He’s always in a good mood, always humming.
He’s so different from my grumpy dad. I don’t know how they’re such good friends sometimes. The thought of Dad causes a nagging feeling in the back of my brain. He’s going to flip when he finds out about me and Leo.
I push the feeling back. I don’t want to think about that right now. I only want to think about Leo and the way his butt moves as he shimmies in time to the music he’s humming.
A few minutes later, Leo puts a plate of fried eggs and bacon in front of me and slides onto the other kitchen stool.
“What are you up to today?”
My face falls. He’s kicking me out. Last night meant nothing. Maybe that’s how men and woman interact. They have a sexual encounter and that’s it. Maybe I am just a kid playing an adult’s game.
“Um, I was supposed to be at that festival.”
“Good. I want you all to myself today.”
The words make my chest feel light, and the doubts flee my mind.
“Did you mean what you said to me last night?”
Leo puts down his fork, his expression going serious. “Every word.”
He puts his hand over mine. “You’re mine now, Amy. I need to square it away with Tony, but leave that to me.”
I hate talking about my father with Leo, but it seems so important to him.
“You don’t think he’ll approve?”
Leo barks out a laugh. “He’ll hit the roof.”
“But you’re his best friend. He should trust you with me.”
“Exactly. He thought he could trust me with you. And I’ve taken advantage.”
Leo frowns and takes his hand off mine. I see the doubt darken his expression, and I don’t like where this is going.
“You didn’t take advantage of me.” I slip off the stool so I’m standing before him. “You rescued me, and you’ve been kind to me and…” My hand slides up his thigh and Leo shudders.
His eyes flicker closed, and he draws in a ragged breath. I love how I can make him lose control.
Then his eyes snap open, and his hand stops mine before it reaches the bulge in his pants.
“Do not tempt me, you little minx.” His eyes are dancing like it’s a joke, but I can see the restraint, what it takes him to stop me.
I long to push him over the edge, to make him lose control.
“We’re going to spend the day together. Do something fun,” he says as he places my hand firmly back on the table.
“I know something fun we could do.” I look at him through lowered lashes, loving the way he finds me so tempting.
“Don’t push me, Amy.”
His voice has a sharp edge to it, and I can tell he’s close to breaking. I could keep pushing, but I also like the fact that he wants to do the right thing.
Reluctantly, I pull my gaze away from him and turn on my stool.
“We’ll stop by your house to get you some clothes.” My t-shirt rides up the back of my bare legs, and he slaps my ass playfully. A spasm of pleasure goes through my body.
“You can’t go around with a bare ass all day.”
I giggle, loving the way Leo always brings it back to something playful.
I know he’s trying to do the right thing so that Dad doesn’t kill him, but it’s killing me in the process. I want him to touch me, to possess me, to make me his properly.