Waterfall Kisses (The Kisses 9)

“More,” I begged. “I want all of you.”

He thrust hard and fast, his fingers tight on my wrists, almost to the point of pain as he levered and plunged with reckless abandon. He was filling himself on my body, losing himself to me. My hips and back undulated to his pattern, desperate to keep up with him.

I didn't let go of the headboard. I held on with my knuckles turning white as he filled me again and again. His mouth covered mine, kissing me and pulling me into him.

Every thrust was more powerful than the last. He drove into me with such heat and intensity that I could barely stand it

. He was taking me in the most primal fashion I could imagine- using my body to satisfy his own. Pleasure coiled in my stomach, in the tips of my breasts, and seared down my backbone with such intense heat I was sure I was going to light the sheets on fire.

Each thrust brought me higher, brought him higher. I could feel him swell and I cried out, begging for more. I wanted to feel him move within me. I wanted him to bury his unrest in me and to still and let me carry whatever burden he had. I would do anything for Leo. Anything.

His breath came in quick, uneven gasps as his face twisted and grimaced with unbearable pleasure.

I could feel my own body react to his impending climax with one of my own. The way he swelled within me triggered something primal and needy. I contracted down on him, drawing him as deep within me as physically possible and still wanting more. With a wordless, guttural cry, he exploded. Inner muscles I didn't even know I had massaged him deeper, trying to keep him forever within me. I never wanted him to leave me.

The rough, ragged sound of his voice filled my ears like music. My name. My name was on his lips as he lost control of everything. His hips bucked and pushed, even as his cry faded.

Impossible pleasure rocked through me, so deep and pure I couldn't keep my eyes open. Every muscle clenched and relaxed, shaking and trembling with unadulterated pleasure. I'd never experienced anything so powerful. This was what it meant for two people to come together. This was what sex was supposed to be. A meeting and merging and pleasure so strong that it defied logic.

“I love you, Charlotte,” Leo gasped. He loosened his grip on my wrists, massaging them gently with his fingers. His eyes were dark pools that I wanted to swim in forever. I could see forever in his eyes and it was beautiful.

“I love you, Leo,” I whispered back, meaning it with every ounce of my being.

He leaned forward and kissed me and I knew that this was where I was always meant to be.

Chapter Nineteen

The room was full of sunlight, but empty of Leo.

My hand felt for him on his side of the bed before I opened my eyes, but I knew he was gone before ever stretching out my hand.

I sighed. When I slept with him, I didn't get the nightmares of being alone, but waking up by myself was almost as bad. I hated being alone more than anything.

With a groan, I rolled out of bed and opened a drawer to find something to wear. A pair of boxers and a clean white t-shirt that smelled like Leo were perfect pajamas.

I picked up my phone to check my schedule and found twelve new emails. I had work to do today, even though I really just wanted to take another day off.

Screw it, I thought setting the phone back down on the nightstand, I'm going back to bed. Maybe I'll go back to sleep and when I wake up Leo will be here.

It sounded like a solid plan. Avoidance and procrastination were always the best solutions in regards to work. Sometimes.

I had just snuggled back under the covers, tucking my head under the pillow, when the bedroom door opened.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Leo said, his voice warm and smooth like honey. That was the greeting I had been wanting earlier. It made waking up worth it. I popped my head out from under it's downy castle and saw that Leo had a tray. A tray with coffee and food. Leo grinned. “Breakfast awaits, madam.”

I moved the pillow behind me and scooted up in bed as Leo placed the tray over my lap. The smell of pancakes and bacon was overwhelming and my mouth started to water. He even had my coffee with two creams and sugars.

“You didn't have to do this,” I said, noticing that the tray came complete with a small vase holding a tropical flower. A happy warmth surged behind my breastbone.

“I know.” Leo shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching my reaction with a smile. “I wanted to.”

I grinned at him. No one had ever made me breakfast in bed. Ever. Not even Bastian. But it was something I had always wanted to experience. The idea of someone taking the time to prepare me food, and then bring it to me without having to be asked, or without me even having to crawl out of bed, was one of utter care. Only special people got breakfast in bed. Of course it would be Leo who would give that experience to me. There was a very good reason why I was in love with him.

“Are you going to eat?” I asked, pouring the pitcher of syrup all over the pancakes and letting it dribble onto the bacon. It was thick and heavy and I knew it had to be real maple syrup and not the knock off kind. Leo really was the best.

“I already ate. I woke up early,” he said with a shrug. “I couldn't sleep so I went for a run.”

I was too busy stuffing a bite of pancakes into my mouth to ask why he couldn't sleep. I had slept like the dead.