Only You (Sweet Torment 2)

No, not yet. No real world yet. I just wanted him. Leo. Simple and good . . . and maybe just enough bad boy to feed my craving.

“You’ve been drinking,” he said, mouth hovering over mine. He was trying to be a gentleman, which was admirable, but I wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m buzzed at best,” I said and tugged his belt again, feeling his hard cock against my stomach. “It’s cute you’re trying to be all nice and concerned but I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing and what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

I raised to my tiptoes and bit his lower lip. “You.”

Something like a growl came from him and he crushed his lips against mine. Without hesitation I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Hard.

I tugged his hat off and let it fall by my purse. His big hands cupped my face, turning and angling me so he could plunge his tongue deep and get a better taste. Whatever notion I had about Leo was turning out to be right. He didn’t kiss, he consumed. He didn’t cling to me, he engulfed me with his presence.

I met every thrust of his tongue with my own. Hard, wild, fast. Our breaths merged and teeth clattered. There was nothing slow or sweet or cute about this. It was sex. Would be. Purely physical and I needed it. Needed him.

I unfastened his belt and the clang of metal opening was like a chorus. I was so close to getting him, getting something my body had been needing for a long time now:

Connection.

To get lost in someone else. Forget the world. Take a break from my own life.

He mumbled something against my mouth and for the first time, I heard the words tinted with an accent. European. Greek maybe? Whatever it was, it only stoked the fire hotter and I swallowed every syllable and let it buzz through me.

Just as I got his pants opened and was about to reach for his cock, he gripped my wrists in his hands and brought them over my head against the wall, pinning me. I gasped and tried to break his hold.

“You’re struggling, Red,” he rasped. “Do I scare you?”

“No,” I moaned, and shimmied to get closer to him, but his hold was tight. “I’m not scared. I want to touch you.”

He leaned back enough to nudge the tip of his nose against mine and grinned. “You like to be in control?”

He ground his hips against mine and a shocking jolt of pleasure shot through my entire core.

“Yes.”

He had me pinned and I reached out the only way I could, with my tongue. I flicked it against his mouth and he gro

aned.

“Demanding woman.” He smiled and kissed me hard again. But it was brief because that now heavily accented mouth trailed from my lips to my neck, biting and sucking. All the way to the swell of my breast. He growled when he encountered the material of my shirt.

Transferring both my wrists into one hand and keeping them pinned above my head, he used his now free hand to jerk a few buttons of my blouse open and tug my bra down, wedging it beneath my breasts—plumping them up.

“Fucking amazing,” he said, and latched onto one aching nipple. I moaned to the ceiling and arched my back, silently begging him for more.

My mind was scattered. All I could think—could say—was, “Deeper, harder, anything. Just more . . . please, Leo.”

And he did just that.

Sucking hard on the peak then biting a little before licking my entire breast and moving to the next one.

“You’re like raspberries.” The scrape of his teeth against my sensitized skin made me gasp. “And cream.”

He ran his tongue from my nipple to the underside of my breast, and back. His touch, his mouth, and comparing me to a dessert only made me wetter.

I rested my temple against his forearm, letting him devour my body however he would. I reached for him with my hips, grinding and getting closer with every sweet piece of friction I could find.

He pulled away and let my arms loose. I instantly went back to working his jeans open while he pulled a condom from his back pocket. When I shoved his pants low on his hips, his cock sprang free.