Leo's Chance(33)

"Fuck!" I have to tear my mouth away from hers, breathing deeply. "God, Evie, you feel so f*cking good."

"Jake," she says, breathing hard too. "I'm not sleeping in the guest room tonight."

"Thank f*cking Christ." Thank f*cking Christ. Thank f*cking Christ.

I stand up with her in my arms so that she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her down the hall to my bed, my mouth locked on hers the entire way, the word Mine! reverberating through my head, the need to show her physically how much I love her, pulsing through my veins.





CHAPTER 16


I carry her into my bedroom, deposit her in the middle of my bed, and then stand up and take off my shirt before rejoining her. My tattoo occurs to me for the first time. I know I can’t show her yet, but I smile inside thinking that my lion tamer is both on my back and in my arms.

I’ve never in my life been this turned on. I’m vibrating with it. I think briefly that this is how it would have been if she had been my first – this is how it should have been. The grief in that thought hits me, but I push it aside. We’re here together now. And I need to see all of her like right this f*cking second.

I put my hands up her sweater, forcing her arms over her head, and pull it up and off of her before tossing it on the floor. I sit back and look down at her. She’s wearing a red, lace bra and her skin is smooth and flawless, and I need to feel her against me – now.

"Help me out, Evie, I want to feel your skin on mine." I’ve been waiting what feels like a lifetime to feel your skin on mine.

She looks just a little unsure as she sits up slightly and unhooks her bra and pulls the straps slowly down her arms, and then drops it on the floor. I drink in the perfection of her breasts, small and firm, dark pink nipples already pebbled under my stare. "Christ, even more beautiful than I imagined," I whisper.

I lower my mouth to hers again, my tongue sliding into her sweetness, and revel in the feel of her softness against my chest, her hands wandering over my back. My hips start rolling instinctively, and she whimpers into my mouth, sending more sparks flying straight to my cock. I moan back, thinking that I need to slow this down if I’m going to last longer than three seconds. This is so f*cking good, I don’t ever want it to end, but I also want to make it good for her – and that means not coming on her stomach before we even get started.

I lean off of her and kiss down her neck as I bring one hand up to cup her breast and rub my thumb over her nipple. The slight weight of her is sheer perfection in my hand, the skin like satin. This woman was made for me in every way possible.

Her hips buck up against my raging hardness and I growl at the feel of her heat meeting mine. God, it’s going to be like heaven to sink into her.

Desperate to taste her, I lower my mouth to her nipple and suck it into my mouth, licking and sucking as she trembles and gasps beneath me. I take turns at both, as her gasps become whimpers, her hips moving with each pull, her hands raking through my hair. My girl is so responsive, so perfect. Mine.

When one of her hands starts moving down my stomach, I suck in a breath and pull off of her breast to look down at her. She doesn’t know the focus it’s taking to take this slow, if she touches me there, it will be too easy to lose control.

I know the look on my face is probably intense as she gazes back at me, wide eyed, lips parted, too beautiful for words. "I’m a virgin," she says suddenly, her eyes studying mine.

Everything in me freezes as her words sink in. My heart squeezes in my chest and the blood starts roaring in my ears. Her eyes keep studying my face as she whispers, "Is that okay?"

Is that okay? Is that okay? "In the history of the world, nothing has ever been more okay," I say, the emotion I feel coming up my throat and making my voice husky, even to my own ears. Did she save herself for me? Surely not. I just got f*cking lucky that life worked out this way, that no one has ever touched this beautiful girl except for me. And how is that even possible? I don’t care. I just thank God and put my mouth back on hers, kissing her with wild abandon, licking and sucking at her lips. I feel greedy and possessive, more impatient than I was before to bury myself inside of her and claim her as mine. But I know I need to go slowly now for her. I need to make sure she’s as wet as possible for me so that this isn’t too painful for her. I need to make her come.

I unbutton and unzip her jeans and then kneel up and pull her boots off, one at a time. Then I quickly pull her jeans and her tiny red lace panties down her legs and toss it all on the floor. Then I quickly move back over her, claiming her mouth again and move my hand down between her silky thighs, urging them open. She shivers and I bring my head up, looking her in the eyes and whispering, "Open for me." She does as I say immediately, letting her legs fall to the sides.

"I'm gonna make it easier for you to take me," I say, and I see her eyes flare at my words. She nods slightly.

I press one finger gently inside of her and feel her body tremble. Jesus, she’s so tight, so hot, so wet. My cock surges in my jeans, eager to take the place of my finger.

My thumb finds the sensitive little bundle of nerves high above her opening and I spread her wetness over it and then start moving my thumb on it in slow circles, while moving my finger in and out of her slick opening. She tilts her head back and moans, and seeing her pleasure is almost too much for me. I feel like I’m choking on lust, riding a thin line of desperation. It has never been like this before, ever. The beauty of this moment overwhelms me as I watch Evie on the brink of orgasm, lust and love surging through my body simultaneously.