Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(23)

"Phew. All right," he says, still recovering. "Come here." He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me down onto the bed next to him.

"God, I’m so sorry."

"I’ll be fine. You got me good though."

"If I didn’t puke the first time we went out, I would consider this the most embarrassing moment of my dating life," I whine, rolling into his side.

"I once spit on a woman’s foot on a date." He begins teasing his fingertips up and down my arm.

I tilt my head back to see him better. "What?"

"Yeah. I was walking her to her door and a bug flew into my mouth. I paused to spit it out, but she kept walking forward. My spit landed directly on her sandal-clad foot. Bug and all." He smiles and shrugs.

"No way." I begin to laugh.

"True story. Needless to say, we never went out again."

"She wouldn’t go out with you again because you accidently spit on her foot?" I ask incredulously.

"Oh, no. I was just too embarrassed to call her back. I spit a bug on her." He starts laughing, and just like that, whatever awkwardness was still lingering completely melts away.

Easy.

"How do your balls feel?" I ask with a genuine concern.

"Not the way they are supposed to be feeling right now. That really started off well in the kitchen."

I let out a disappointed sigh. "It really did."

"You think, if I try to take this back in that direction, you could keep that ninja knee under control?"

I burst out laughing, but Leo rolls me to my back.

"Is that a yes?" He kisses my lips.

"I can try. Maybe you should start wearing a cup?" I tease then run my fingers through his short, black hair.

"I’ll take that into consideration," he responds with a sexy-as-hell grin before leaning in and sealing his mouth over mine.

It doesn’t take more than just a few strokes of his warm tongue to transport me right back into a sexual high. His hands travel over my breasts, but it’s not nearly enough. I sit up carefully—we don’t need any more injuries—and unhook my strapless bra. I toss it off the bed, and before it even hits the floor, Leo sucks my nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," I breathe, arching off the bed.

I definitely did not remember this feeling. Leo is all over me. It’s unbelievable. He moves his mouth to my other breast but continues his assault on my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

After kissing down my stomach, he stops just before my panties. His big, brown eyes flash to mine, and I lift my hips off the bed, giving him silent permission to continue. His fingers loop around the lace and drag it down my legs.

"God, you’re beautiful."

I squirm under his gaze, causing him to smirk.

He doesn’t touch me like I expected—or hoped. Instead, he prowls back up and takes my mouth in a hard kiss. We become all hands and mouths. He’s still wearing his boxers, and it’s completely unfair. I begin trying to tear them down.

"Something wrong, ángel?" he asks, amused.

"You’re wearing clothes. It’s your turn."

He laughs but pushes them down his legs, kicking them off the foot of the bed.

Unlike Leo, I take plenty of time to catch an eyeful of his naked body. He’s long, lean, and hard everywhere. Emphasis on the long. While I blatantly stare at his package, he takes the moment and slides a hand between my legs.

"I f*cking love that look on your face right now. That is how you are supposed to look at a man’s cock." He pushes a finger inside me.

"Ahhh," I moan at the surprise.

"Holy f*ck, you’re tight." He presses his thumb to my clit, and I swear I could probably come right now.

"Yeah, it’s been a while," I say breathily.

"A decade?" he teases.

"Not quite. Seven years," I answer as I try to roll my hips against his hand, which has suddenly stopped moving.

"Seriously?" he asks in disbelief.

Yes, it’s been seven years since I’ve been with another man. The vibrator in my nightstand is not a suitable substitution, but it’s been good to me for the last few years while I got things straightened out in my head. However, judging by his reaction, he was not expecting that answer.

"Seriously," I confirm.

He stares at me for a few seconds and swallows hard.

"Leo?" I call to catch his attention, which has suddenly drifted—even while his finger remains inside me.

Finally, he shakes his head and gives me a smile that doesn’t look even half as genuine as what I have come to expect from him. "Well, then, you are long overdue," he says as he settles on his side next to me and begins moving his finger inside me. His lips glide over my neck and a strangled sound escapes me. "You like my mouth on your neck, don’t you? You’re always so quick to reward me with one of those moans you know I love so much."

Just out of the goodness of my heart, I reward him with another. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he pushed another finger inside me or his thumb continuously rubbing circles over my clit. Okay, maybe it had a lot to do with that.

"I’d love your mouth just about anywhere, but especially on my neck," I whisper as he rakes his teeth across the already sensitive flesh.