Rock With Me(60)

“Well, can’t argue with that.”





Chapter Fifteen


Leo shuts my front door behind us, catches my hand in his before I can walk farther into the room, spins me and pushes me up against the door, his mouth on mine and hands yanking and tugging on my clothes.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“Hell, no,” he mutters and pulls my shirt over my head, unclasps and slips my bra off, and cups my breasts in his hands. “Your tits are perfect, you know.”

“They’re not very big.” I wrinkle my nose at him and pull his tee over his head.

“They’re perfect for your small body, baby.” My back arches as his lips claim my right breast, and he tugs my jeans down and off my legs.

“Don’t rip those,” I mutter when his hands close around my panties. He growls and peels them down my legs as well, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pinning me against the door.

“You make me f*cking crazy,” he murmurs against my lips. “You are so damn hot.” He slips inside me, to the root, and holds me there, between his hard body and the hard door to my back. “I wanted to pull my car over and f*ck you there at the side of the road.”

“Next time.” I grin at him and bite his lower lip, pull on his piercing, and gasp as he thrusts hard, in long, smooth strokes. He’s so strong, his arms are flexed and bracing me firmly.

He buries his face in my neck and bites me lightly, then soothes the skin with his lips. “You feel amazing. God, I love being inside you bare.”

“Mmm,” I agree and bury my hands in his soft hair, pull his head back and kiss him hard, our tongues sliding over each other, noses nuzzling, until I feel my legs start to shake. “Oh, God, Leo.”

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers and increases his speed, “Give it to me.”

“Fuck, f*ck, f*ck,” I chant and suddenly, the orgasm washes over me, clenching every muscle of my body. I cling to him and ride it out, and as I come down, he pivots and carries me across the room, down the hall to the bedroom.

Without pulling out of me, he lays me back on the bed, braces his hands on the mattress at my shoulders, and moves even faster, chasing his own climax.

I reach down between us and circle my clit with my fingers, the zing of electricity spurring my * muscles to tighten around him even more. His eyes are pinned to my fingers, to the place where our bodies are joined.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Keep touching yourself.”

“You’re bossy,” I mutter with a grin. His hot gray eyes shoot up to mine and he grins at me, wolfishly, possessively.

He leans down to his elbows, trapping my hand between us, buries his hands in my hair and grins against my lips. “Are you complaining?”

“Nope.” I nibble his lips.

“I didn’t think so,” he whispers and brushes my lips, back and forth, lightly kisses down my jawline to my ear and bites my earlobe. “So beautiful,” he whispers.

With the pressure of my fingers against my nub, Leo’s hips moving quickly and his hard cock moving rhythmically inside me, I’m a goner. My body clenches and I can’t help but cry out as my climax moves through me like an earthquake.

Leo’s body stiffens and he cries out as he comes, his hips jerking, his hands tightening against my scalp. He shudders and gasps for air, kisses my cheek and my lips softly and sighs deeply as his gaze catches my own.

“See what you started?” He asks.

“You’re welcome,” I respond with a laugh.

He grins widely. “Let’s take a shower.”

“You’ll get me dirty again,” I pout, teasing him.

“I’ll clean you up too. C’mon, sunshine, let’s get slippery.”

***

“You’re going to need more than that,” Leo tells me with a frown from the bed. After another round in the shower, finally getting clean, and the water running cold, we pulled on some clothes and I am busy packing my bag for the L.A. trip.

“I’m only going for one night,” I remind him.

“No, we’re going to be gone for a few days.” He glances back down at his iPad, missing my scowl.

“We aren’t going anywhere.” I plant my hands on my hips and glare at him.

“I’m coming with you.” He still doesn’t look up from his dumb iPad.