I bent my head back to enjoy it. “I think everyone’s libido peaks at different times. I find the older I get, the more I crave sex.”
Leo grabbed one of his pillows and placed it over his face, letting out a muffled groan.
“What’s that all about?” I giggled.
His hair was a bit messed up as he emerged from behind the pillow. “You realize you’re killing me right now, right? I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. And we’re merely talking. It’s too early in the weekend for me to be feeling like this. I’m supposed to be on my best behavior, but fuck, Felicity…” He pointed down to the massive erection threatening to bust through his black workout tights. “Of course, I’d choose the worst pants to be wearing under these circumstances. Look at this. It’s bloody pathetic.”
“I think it’s hot, actually.” I forced my eyes up to meet his. “I think you’re incredibly hot.”
He inched closer. “Do you now?”
“Yes.”
His pupils seemed to dilate. “Well, the feeling is very mutual.”
“You don’t need to worry so much about behaving. Regardless of what I might have said at one time, things have changed. I think I’d like to experience you not on your best behavior.”
His mouth curved into a grin before he planted a long, hard kiss on my lips. Revved up from our conversation, I grew wetter with each second that his tongue swirled around my mouth.
Leo pulled away. “I’m not sure you know exactly what you’re signing up for in asking me not to behave, Miss Dunleavy.”
I looked down at his hard-on again, and my mouth practically watered. What is happening to me right now?
“Seriously…” he said. “Regardless of how badly I want you, there is no pressure this weekend, all right? I hope you know that. And for the record, there are many ways we can explore each other without sleeping together. Many options available.”
“I’d love to know what my options are.” I smiled teasingly.
“They’re endless, really.”
“Tell me.”
“You want me to spell one out for you?”
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay, to be more specific…” Leo’s breath tickled my ear as he leaned in and whispered, “There’s no place I’d rather be than inside you, Felicity. But if that’s not what you prefer, I’d love to have you sit on my face and ride the fuck out of it. I can find ways to make you scream. All you need to do is tell me what you want. The ball is in your court, and nothing is off the table. But doing nothing at all is an option, too. I’m just happy you’re here and can’t wait to spend this time with you.”
My legs quivered with anticipation.
“Was that direct enough for you?” He chuckled.
“Mmm-hmm,” I muttered, so turned on, I could hardly speak. “Sounds good.”
“On that note…” Leo slapped my leg. “I’m going to take a shower. A cold one. That will give you some privacy. You get changed. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few.”
He placed one last kiss on my lips, and I yearned for him to stay on this bed and take me. He deepened the kiss for a few seconds as our tongues collided before he moved back again. “Fuck. I need to pace myself today.” He hopped up. “Going to shower!”
He ran out of the room so fast that he tripped on the carpet. “Damn, I’m smooth,” he said as he disappeared out the door.
My mouth hurt from smiling. As I got undressed, I realized my nipples were hard as steel. After putting my bikini on, I pulled a cover-up around my body and slipped into some flip-flops.
All that talk about sex had me hot and bothered, but it was Leo who made me like this. The way he’d looked at me from the moment I met him. The way he wanted me. The way I wanted him. It had always been this intense. I’d just never let loose long enough to experience the depth of it.
After I ventured downstairs, I found Leo on the phone, looking tense.
“Hang on, Mum,” he said. Then he whispered to me, “I’ll be right off. It’s my mother.”
Waving my hand, I said, “Take your time.”
I walked over to the French doors leading out to the deck, but I couldn’t help but listen to his conversation.
“So they’ll just start another round of treatment, then,” he said.
My heart sank. Shit. This must be about his father. I turned around, unable to pretend I hadn’t heard.
He continued talking to his mother for several minutes. At one point, I did finally wander into the next room to give him some privacy. When I returned to the kitchen, he was still immersed in conversation, pulling on his hair as he paced.
“Yeah. Okay. Put him on.” He exhaled before it seemed his mother had put his father on the phone. “I thought we had a deal, old man. No getting sick while I’m away.” He paused. “How are you feeling?”