Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(30)

“This looks expensive too,” he said, raising my shirt up my waist, although his eyes were focused on mine, watching my reaction.

“Priceless heirloom,” I agreed in a whispered murmur, undoing his zipper.

Leo’s head dipped as I raised up to my toes, our mouths meeting in a sloppy, starving kiss. Leo moaned as my busy hands dipped beneath the waist of his boxer briefs, teasing at the base of his cock until he pulled my sweatshirt up over my breasts, and I had to abandon the kiss and my playing to help him pull it over my head.

“The bra is basically solid gold, very heavy in the water,” I rushed out as Leo threw my sweatshirt out to the hall floor.

He laughed and then caught my waist, dragging me up to his chest, his head dipping and mouth sucking hotly along my jaw.

“Fuck, finally,” I sighed, eyes falling shut and neck arching. I moaned as his teeth nipped, my body shuddering with a strange combination of arousal and a reflexive kind of terror. But Leo soothed away old memories of snapping teeth by licking and kissing over the spot until I was trying to actively climb him, body desperate for friction.

“Question,” he rasped.

“No question,” I whined, rolling my hips against his as my toes slipped on the tile. “More mouth.”

“Condom?”

Oh. I went still in his arms, and Leo kissed my pulse gently before lifting his head.

“They’re around somewhere,” I said, frowning and relaxing in the circle of Leo’s arms around my back, eyeing my bathroom dubiously. “I only moved in a month ago, and I kind of haven’t settled yet.”

Leo’s smile hinted that he might’ve noticed as much. “Is it ungentlemanly of me if I admit I was planning on maybe seducing you tonight?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Not if it means you came prepared.”

Leo’s hands slipped up my back to undo the clasps of my bra. For a man living with five other men, he was pretty good at that. “Shower before or after?”

Any scents left on me from the day were phantoms now, maybe a few stray traces of Rake. But I was safe here with Leo. I shrugged my bra down my arms and said, “After.”

I stifled a squeal as his hands slid down to cup my ass, lifting me off my feet and pulling my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and bent my head to his lifted one, taking his lips in a series of slow, needy nibbles and presses. My back hit the doorframe of the bathroom and Leo hiked me higher, pulling his mouth from mine and wrapping it around the tip of my right breast.

“Oh, god!” I arched, pushing myself against his sucking lips.

This was what I missed with all those bar hookups. I never really undressed with any of those strangers, never got this much attention. I forgot how good it felt. Leo was both gentle and thorough, his tongue twirling around my nipple until it was tight and aching.

“Pants off,” I gasped, my feet pushing the legs of his pants down. Leo swapped breasts and I ran my hands up into his short, dense black hair, gripping it tightly.

Fabric hit the floor and Leo pulled away, his lips and my breasts shining from his kisses. “Your turn,” he rasped. “You order the pizza, and I’ll grab the condom.”

I nodded and Leo lowered me to my feet, but I held his face in my hands, taking another long kiss from his mouth, hips rocking against his and stirring up the growing erection he was sporting.

“Get moving or I’ll fuck you here in the doorway,” he whispered, biting my bottom lip and soothing his tongue over it.

We parted in the hall. I’d dropped my bags by the door, and my phone was tucked away in there. I hopped down the hall, wiggling my way out of my skinny jeans until I was left only in my panties, rifling through my bag and digging out my phone.

“Toppings?” I called.

“You. On me.”

I snorted and ordered us extra cheese and pepperoni. When I turned, Leo was prowling down the hall, buck naked and stroking his cock in his hand.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” he said, eyes drinking me in.

“Ditto,” I whispered, eyes widening.

Couch sex for the win, I thought as Leo joined me in the living room. He had a condom packet in his free hand, and he tossed it to my coffee table next to my couch before sinking suddenly to his knees in front of me.

“Leo?”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and he pushed me backward until I was leaning against my front door and he was kneeling between my parted legs.

“I’ve been thinking about how you tasted on my fingers for three weeks, gorgeous,” Leo rasped, peeling my underwear down my thighs. “I need a refresher. Step up.”

I swallowed hard as he tugged on my underwear around my ankles. He was so ridiculously beautiful, those huge dark eyes staring up at me, dense muscle in strong lines down his back. I raised one foot and then the other as Leo took my last scrap of clothing off. My eyes trailed to my living room windows, wondering if anyone would or could see us like this, but the lights were off, just the orangey glow of flickering street lights outside lighting the room, and the apartment building across the street had its blinds down, mostly.

Leo stole my attention back as he pulled my hips forward and dragged one of my legs to drape over his shoulder. He kissed my thigh by his cheek and scuffed it softly with his stubble.

He looked up at me again. “Put your hands in my hair. I liked that. Wanna know when I do something that feels good for you.”