“I warned you,” he said, his breath hitting the sweet spot between my legs. He delved his tongue into my core and I cried out his name.
He thrust in and out, causing my hips to rock slightly to meet his mouth. I leaned forward, took him between my lips, and sucked him deeply.
He groaned against my heated flesh, so I worked faster. Lapping at him. He flicked his tongue over my clit so fast, I didn’t feel my release until it hit me in a strong, sudden bolt of pleasure rushing through my veins. With him buried deep in my mouth, I screamed as my body shuddered over and over again.
He coaxed me up and spun me back around. I was so off-kilter that it took me a moment to realize he had sheathed himself in a condom and I was now straddling his hips once more.
“Why—” I took a moment to catch my breath because little tremors were still sparking under my skin. “Why did you make me stop?”
He flexed his hips and I felt his erection prodding my opening. “Because I want to come when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
The words sent another dose of pleasure through me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I sank down on him, my sensitive flesh aching in the most delicious way around him.
“Still your show, angel,” he said. “Whatever you want, take it.”
My eyes fastened on his. He gently cupped my hips, but didn’t move me. Just let me have, take, whatever I wanted. Again the realization that he somehow tapped into a hidden part of me was incredible. And scary. Because if he could read me this well, he could tell that I was—
Oh God . . .
The words stuck in my brain and the silent sound of them made my skin heat further, both in pleasure and terror.
I was falling for him.
I rocked forward just a little and his blue eyes stayed on my face but his brows sliced down in pleasure. The way he felt around me, inside of me, was too much to bear. He looked at me like he really saw me. Wanted me.
No. Slow was bad. Connection was bad. A sting formed behind my eyes, so I lifted up until he almost slid from my body, then slammed back down. He growled and his grip tightened, but still he let me move how I wanted.
And I did.
I ground against him, hard and deep so that he hit that spot inside. I couldn’t help it. My eyes fluttered shut and my thoughts betrayed me and came out as words.
“I feel you everywhere,” I said. With my hands on his chest, I bore down and swirled my hips, then bobbed up and down.
And Leo just held on to me. With one large hand gripping my side, the other cupped my breast, and his thumb brushed over my nipple. It was enough to send me over the edge.
“Leo!” I moaned as another hot flash of pleasure raced through me.
He said something that sounded like “perfect angel” and I felt him follow me over the edge. His body pulsed and all those muscles flexed
and released.
He sat up once more, only this time, he tugged the backs of my knees so that my legs wrapped around him, my heels locking together. I gasped because he was still hard, still inside me, now even deeper.
Even closer.
He wrapped his big arms around me and hugged me close. Tightly. His face buried in my neck, he gently kissed my throat.
I felt so safe.
Like nothing in the world could touch me. Not the past. Not the pain. Not even the truth . . . the truth that no one believed me. Believed in me.
The sting behind my eyes made tears rise and I batted them back with my lashes. Leo wasn’t letting go. He just sat there and held me.
I did the only thing I could. The only thing that felt right.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back.
Chapter Twelve