Rock With Me(69)

“I told you before, because of your hair.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” I pull my fingers down his face and kiss his lips softly.

He takes a deep breath and moves very slightly inside me, making me gasp.

“I call you sunshine,” he whispers and brushes his knuckles down my face, “because when you smile, you light me up inside.”

“Oh, baby,” I whisper and pull his face down to mine and kiss him fiercely, rocking my hips. He begins to slide in and out of me, still slowly, but more firmly, rocking his pubic bone against my clit each time he’s buried as far as he can go.

Night has descended completely around us, and I can hear crickets blending in with the rush of the waves down the beach. I am wrapped in Leo’s warmth, literally as well as emotionally. He pulls one of his hands down from my hair, along my face, and farther still to rest over my breast. His thumb and forefinger worry the nipple through my shirt, sending electricity straight to my center, and I pulse around his hardness.

He kisses down to my neck and bites my shoulder. “Come.”

And I do, softly, but no less intensely than when he f*cks me stupid. I’m shattering beneath him, gripping onto his back with my nails.

“Ah, damn, baby,” he groans and follows me over the edge into bliss.

***

“We really should get up,” I mumble and turn my face to kiss his chest.

“Why?”

“It’s almost noon.” I laugh. Leo chuckles and kisses my head.

“We don’t have anywhere to be until this evening.” He turns on his side to face me.

“What are we doing this evening?” I ask and trace the tattoo on his shoulder.

“We have been invited to Gary and Lori’s for a barbeque with the whole crew.”

“Oh, okay.” I sigh and snuggle deeper into my pillow, watching him. “What are we gonna do today?”

“What do you want to do?” He asks and brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“We could go for a run,” I suggest and chuckle when he frowns.

“Take a day off, sweetheart.”

“Well, we could at least start by getting out of this huge bed of yours and getting some food. I’m hungry.”

He grins wolfishly. “Worked up an appetite, did you?”

“Come on.” I hop up onto my knees and nudge his leg. Leo’s eyes travel up and down my nakedness and I laugh. “No more sex until I’ve been fed, Mr. Insatiable.”

“But you’re irresistible.” He grabs my hand and pulls me back down on top of him.

“No way, I can’t do anymore of the sex stuff until I’ve had food.” I kiss him and playfully tug on his piercing.

“Fine.” He sighs deeply, pretending to be put out.

“Do you have food here?” I ask. We’ve grabbed food out since we’ve been here.

“There should be some basic supplies here. I had my housekeeper bring in a few things the day we arrived.”

“Cool. Come on.” I jump up and throw a Train tee over my head, grab a pair of black lacy panties out of my bag and pull them on and walk out the door of his bedroom without looking back. “Get your lazy ass up, Nash!” I yell over my shoulder.

“Are you always such a nag?” He yells back.

“Yes!”

I hear him laughing as I reach the kitchen and pull out what I need for French toast and bacon.

He pads into the kitchen, barefoot and bare chested, in just jeans with the top button left undone.

My God, he’s delicious.

He smiles smugly as I look him up and down. “Like what you see, sugar?”

“You’re okay.” I shrug, smirk, and pull four slices of bread from the loaf.

“Don’t stroke my ego or anything.” He laughs and pulls the orange juice from the fridge, pours us each a glass, and leans against the countertop, watching me bustle about his kitchen.

“Your ego doesn’t need more stroking. You know you’re hot.”

He just shrugs and sips his juice. “It means something when you say it.”

When breakfast is finished, we carry our plates and juice outside onto the patio. There are more clouds in the sky today and the air is not quite as warm.

“I think it’s going to rain today,” Leo comments and takes a big bite of his toast. “God, this is good. Where did you learn to cook?”