CHAPTER8
Oh god. Oh god. Oh-
Her eyes opened wide when she felt his fingers push inside her. One hand gripped his shoulder, the other fisted in the hair at the back of his head.
Her lips parted on a gasp as he twisted his hand and pulled out, only to push back in all the way until she felt his knuckles against her inner thigh.
“How?” She dropped her chin to look down and saw that all of their clothing was still on.
He smiled, and his eyes burned into hers. “I like these shorts of yours. Easy access.”
Leo stroked his fingers inside of her and she nodded, giving him a giddy smile. “Yeah, me too.”
He kissed her, open mouthed and hot. Working in tandem with his fingers, he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Laid halfway over the arm of the couch, she felt like she’d been laid across some kind of sacrificial altar and heaven help her, she was ready to surrender.
With one leg bent under his body, the other with her foot rolled onto its side, she tried to pull his shirt up his back.
Leo broke his mouth from hers and met her eyes as he spoke. “I want to feel you. I want to feel how much you need me inside you. Can you give that to me? Can you give me what I need?”
Cygny tried to shift under him, wanting to give him more access to her, but he made her stay right where she was.
“Later.” His voice was rough, but full of promise as his fingers worked themselves into her again and again. “Let me feel you come on my fingers. I want to taste it on my skin. Then,” his lips curled into a wolfish grin, “I’ll give us both what we want.”
She panted out her breath, unable to draw more air into her lungs. “Promise?”
He slashed a kiss across her lips and paused at the corner of her mouth. “Promise.”
Cygny canted her hips toward him and felt his fingers reach a deeper place inside of her.
Her wordless cry reached the vaulted ceiling and rained back down around them.
She tried to get a better hold on him with her hands, but she couldn’t quite feel her fingers. It was a heady feeling to have him so focused on her. Her lips, her…
Oh, god.
Cygny felt him chuckle against her throat and she felt her brow furrow in frustration.
“It’s not… it’s not funny. Oh-”
“Yes,” he’d dragged his lips away from her pulse in her throat, “it is. You’re so hungry for this, Cygny. Hungry for me.”
She bit down into her bottom lip and nodded her head, not that he could see the gesture.
Then again, he probably felt it through the movements in her neck.
And before she could even think of something intelligible to say, he twisted his hand and brought his thumb up between her legs and massaged her clit.
She saw stars.
Her whole vision was full of bursts of light and even when she closed her eyes they were there, shining through the darkness behind her eyelids.
Cygny tried to wrap her arms around him and hold him tight against her, but there was little strength in her arms as all the blood had rushed to her heart and the area around his fingers, making her feel a little delirious.
“Bed.” He whispered to her as she slowly came back to herself. “Where’s your bed?”
She swallowed down the heady sigh in her throat and gave him a lop-sided grin. “You’re sitting on it.”
His expression soured a little. “It pulls out?”
She laughed at his question and laughed even more when he growled at her.
“What?”
“Of course it pulls out, silly man.”
He must have caught on to her cheeky joke because she saw the sly look in his eyes a moment later. With his gaze fixed on hers he withdrew his fingers from her and brought them up to his mouth.
She watched, stunned, as he licked his fingers clean.
Cygny felt her skin go hot again and when his tongue curled around the tip of one of his fingers, she pressed her thighs together as her clit throbbed. She swore she could feel his mouth on her there.
The release she’d had just moments before had become a deep ache in her middle.
Once was not enough.
Would never be enough when it came to Leo.
She reached for the bottom of her hoodie and peeled it off over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Leo’s gaze fell on her tank top, stretched across her breasts. She was bare beneath it and her nipples were hardening under his gaze.
Cygny reached for the button at the front of her jean shorts and popped it free before pulling the zipper down.
He braced his arm on the back of the couch and lifted himself up so that she could put both feet on the floor.
It took a moment to steady her knees and enjoy the ache between her legs. She’d been full of him and wanted him again.
Given the look on his face, he was game for that too.