Rock With Me(28)

I moan again and run my fingers down his stubbly face. Despite the stubble, his skin is smooth and he just smells so damn good.

He slows the kiss down; nibbling my lips again, and then nuzzles my nose.

“You make me forget how to breathe,” he whispers.

“I love the way you kiss me,” I whisper back.

“Good,” he murmurs and offers me a half smile, his stormy eyes are lazy and heavy-lidded. “Because I plan on kissing you a lot.”

“Okay,” I agree shyly.

Why does he make me so shy?

Suddenly, he stands and pulls me into his arms, cradling me against him, and carries me into the bedroom.

“The TV is still on,” I remind him.

“I’ll get it later.”

***

Leo



She’s beautiful when she sleeps.

She’s beautiful period. Even when she was hurling and sweaty with fever, she was a sight to behold.

I’m in trouble.

We slept late this morning, but neither of us has anywhere to go, so I’m lying next to her, enjoying the view.

I’ve never just kissed a woman and not made love to her. I rarely kiss women at all. Sex is great, but kissing leads to all kinds of attachments and feelings, and it’s just best if I don’t go there, especially given that women I’ve been with in the past ten years were a quick lay. I certainly don’t kiss the way I kissed Sam last night. I wanted to sink into her and make love to her all night, but she had been sick.

Maybe I’m turning into a * in my old age. The kicker? I don’t give a shit.

Sam stirs and yawns, opens her sapphire-blue eyes and smiles softly at me.

“Good morning.” I kiss her soft cheek and enjoy her sleepy moan.

“Mmm… mornin’.” Fuck I love that raspy voice of hers. It’s sexiest when she first wakes up and when she’s just about to come.

“What do you want to do today?” I ask and brush a piece of her hair off her cheek.

“I want cupcakes.”

“Cupcakes?” I ask with a laugh. “It’s only ten in the morning, sweetness. Isn’t it a bit early for cupcakes?”

“Clearly you’ve spent too much time abroad,” she pushes her hand through my messy hair and gives it a yank, which immediately makes my dick stir. “Cupcakes are appropriate at any time.”

“Can I have coffee with mine?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll take you for cupcakes.”

“That was easy,” she grins.

I just shrug. Fuck, I’d give her just about anything she wants right now.

“Let’s go.”

“Should we run first?” she asks with a frown.

“You’re not ready to run yet. You were sick twenty-four hours ago,” I remind her and climb off the bed.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t have a cupcake.”

“Samantha, let’s go get cupcakes and anything else you damn-well want.” I scowl down at her, and clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to her and tumbling her back into that bed when she offers me a wide smile.

“Cupcakes it is then.”

We dress quickly and I hold her black coat up for her to slip into before pulling on my own and sliding my beanie over my head.

“Leave the beanie off,” she’s grinning at me. “I like touching your hair.”

“It’s just easier if I wear it.” I kiss her forehead and usher her out the door.

“So, is it your disguise?” she asks sarcastically. “Pull the beanie down over your trademark sexy hair and eyebrow piercing and cover your tats and pray no one recognizes you?”

She may be joking, but I can hear the edge to her voice. My being recognized doesn’t excite her any more than it does me.

I push the button for the lobby on the elevator and pull her into my arms for the trip down.

“I don’t get recognized often, sugar.”

She relaxes against me and sighs and I can’t help but smile. The difference in her from when we first started running together and now is amazing. She’s used to me touching her now, which is good because I can’t keep my hands off her sexy little body.

“Where is the cupcake place?” I ask as we walk out of the elevator and through the lobby of her building.

“Just a couple blocks over. We can walk it.”