Waterfall Kisses (The Kisses 9)

“I remember,” I replied, my voice suddenly going husky. I took a step forward. “But you looked more like this-”

And then I pulled down his boxers, soaking them in the water.

“Not fair,” Leo growled, pulling me into him. He was already hard and erect and pushing against the small triangle of cloth that pretended to be my underwear.

The water around our knees was cold, but the heat searing through me at Leo's nearness was enough to set it to boiling. He kicked at his drenched boxers, reaching down and tossing them to dry on the shore while still pulling me into him. His hands tightened on my hips and I couldn't stop myself from rocking into the pleasure his thick heat. Every fiber of my being ached to have this. I wanted it now, yet I wanted it to last forever.

“I don't remember this part,” I said, pressing my chest into his muscled one and trying to maintain my playful demeanor. “Even though it's what I've wanted for a long time.”

He laughed, a low, sexy sound that turned my nipples hard and made me ache deep in my core.

“You want this?” He rocked his hips against mine. He grinned like the cocky, confident, alpha, billionaire, jerk I knew he had inside of him. I wanted that part of him too. I wanted all of him.

I couldn't help it, but my pulse fluttered and my skin flushed. I wanted him. Bad. I nodded, unable to speak.

He lowered his head to put his perfect lips to my shoulder, pressing his mouth to my skin and sending a shiver of pure desire rocketing through me. I couldn't help the moan or the arch of my hips to his.

His fingers traced the tiny black string still plastered to my hips as he grinned and met my eyes. I was instantly lost in their blue depths, lost to their swirling lust and power. My breath caught in my chest and I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with want.

I barely felt the way his fingers hooked on the string and pulled. I didn't think as I kicked my legs free of the black triangle of fabric and tossed it to the side to stand completely naked, pressed to Leo like I had always wanted. The world was spinning too fast and blood was rushing in my ears. I was finally with Leo.

The corner of his mouth tipped up higher, cocky as hell in his knowledge of what was going to happen next. Me, on the other hand was a trembling leaf of desire. I wanted this more than I wanted to breathe, yet I couldn't begin to believe it was real. This was too good to be a dream. It was everything I'd ever wanted.

I bit my lip, unsure of what to do next. I wanted to impale myself on him and kiss him and taste him and touch him and have him touch me all at once. Years of sexual fantasies were all bubbling to the surface all at once and I didn't know which one I wanted first.

Leo took control, bringing his hand to my chin and cupping it with his fingers. He brought my lips to his, demanding a kiss to me that made me forget everything. The kiss grew hotter and more intense with every second. Lips and tongues collided as our bodies pressed together.

His lips ventured from mine, kissing and caressing down the side of my neck until he found the super-sensitive spot just under my jaw and ear. The rough stubble of his chin scraped at my skin in the most tantalizing way, making me moan and writhe for more. Yet,the only thing I could do was to let my head fall back and drink in ever exquisite sensation of his mouth on my skin. I wanted more. So much more.

Putting a hand on my hip, he guided my body without me realizing it until my back was pressed against his chest. His manhood pressed hot and hard to my ass while his hands went to my breasts, his mouth still on my shoulders. I gasped as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. White hot electricity threaded it's way from his fingers, down my spine to pool in between my thighs.

“Leo,” I gasped, arching my back into his chest and loving that he didn't move. The hand

on my hip splayed out across my stomach, pulling my body closer to his. He was so warm against the spray of the water that I pushed closer, wanting his heat everywhere. Slowly, his hand slipped south.

The heat settling in my lower stomach was a living thing now. Leo's fingers slid down, brushing past my pleasure center so smoothly that I shivered against him as he slowly found his way to me. My legs spread automatically to give him access.

My eyes closed as his fingers found their rhythm. He held me to him, using my breathing as a guide for what pleasure he was causing. Two fingers swirled and I focused on the glowing orb of light forming in my groin that was going to explode into white ecstasy at any moment. I could feel the beat of his heart through his cock pressing firmly into my ass.

He wanted me.

I closed my eyes as the sensations swirled and coalesced into a burning sun that overtook me completely. Leo's name fell from my lips, more wordless cry than name as my world shuddered to pleasure. I'd had orgasms before, but never like this. Never this powerful or all-consuming. The only thing that was different was Leo. My knees gave out, yet I didn't fall. Water splashed around us, yet I wasn't cold.

Leo held me. He kept me held close to him even as I went limp from his touches.

Possessive. That was the only way to describe the way he held me.

Slowly, I regained my strength to stand, even though my head was still buzzing with the aftershocks of Leo's fingers. My tongue was too thick to speak and I was light-headed with lack of blood to my brain. It was fantastic.

If he could give that level of orgasm to me, that quickly, with just a touch of his hand, the thought of what he could do to me with the rest of him had me panting. With a core full of burning desire, I turned to face him.

I nearly came again at the intensity of his expression. Lust had his pupils dilated to almost blackness and I couldn't look away. It was the way I had always wanted him to look at me. He had only ever looked at me like this in my dreams. To see it in reality was a thousand times better than any fantasy.

I lifted my leg, hooking it around his waist and drawing him even closer. The heat of his manhood seared against my exposed skin and I ached with desperate need. I could feel the muscles of his ass and lower back contract as he rocked into me.

He looked back to shore, a twist of pain on his face.

“What?” I asked, suddenly afraid he was going to change his mind. We were so close to fulfilling all my fantasies that I held onto him as hard as I could.