35. glow so bright

35

GLOW SO brIGHT

Leo lifts my chin gently, reverently, and grazes his lips over mine. That second—that one, perfect second—we sigh together in relief, in abject surrender. There's no going back now. The train has left the ever-loving station.

Strong hands sweep down my arms and settle on my waist, fingers stretching up to claim the space just beneath my braless breasts. My nipples tingle in anticipation, but he only teases me there with slow strokes, not moving any higher, as he takes decadent, deep kisses from my mouth. Every cell in my body is awake and screaming for morepleasenow , but when I squirm in need he only whispers, "I didn't wait this long to rush."

Moving from my lips, he kisses my cheek, my jaw, then finds an incredibly sensitive spot on my neck just beneath my ear. He murmurs approval as I arch forward, seeking friction but finding none.

"Leo," I gasp, "please. "

He pauses his worship of my throat and speaks against my skin. "I like the sound of you begging, Amelia. But I also like it when you take what you want."

I grab his hips and pull him against me. We groan together at the contact of hard against soft. His teeth nip at my throat before his head lifts, eyes finding mine.

"Do you feel how much I want you?"

I'm currently rubbing myself against said feeling like a cat in heat. Nodding mindlessly, I hook one leg around his hips for better access. His smile molds to mine.

"Where's the bedroom?"

"Over there somewhere. Who cares," I mumble.

Finding the waist of his sweatpants, I yank them down. They don't move very far, but my brain doesn't understand that my leg is in the way. I continue my futile tugging until Leo chuckles and grabs my thighs, hoisting me into his arms.

I lick and nip at his jaw, neck, and ear as he walks down the hallway, turns into the bathroom, reverses and turns, and finds my candlelit bedroom. He follows me down to the bed, putting delicious pressure between my legs. At my needy moan, some of his control unravels—enough that he finally gives my breasts the attention they crave, palming and kneading them like his mission in life is to memorize their shape. When his mouth closes over one tight peak, wetness seeping through my shirt, the animal inside me claws to the surface.

I clumsily attack his clothing, muttering nonsensically about slow sucks and gimmegimmenow , until he vibrates with laughter and finally helps in my quest. His shirt is first, whipped off with one hand, then his pants are kicked clumsily down his legs. While he's occupied I manage to get my own shirt off and wiggle out of my shorts and underwear. Another joined sigh, another surrender, as our bodies find each other with nothing between.

His hand delves between my legs. I spread eagerly for him, arching up to capture his lips. He groans into my mouth, "You're wet for me, Amelia."

"Always," I mumble, my hands seeking and finding his thick cock. "You're hard for me, Leo."

He thrusts lightly between my palms. "Always," he whispers back and dips one, then two fingers inside me. "Still have your IUD?"

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

I feel his smile against my cheek. His thumb circles my clit, teasing around it but not quite where I want the pressure. Which he knows. Of course.

"Yes," I concede, "and I haven't been with anyone since you."

His head rears back, startled eyes on mine. "Really?"

I frown. "Yes, really. Random dick isn't my thing."

His nose crinkles even as his lips twitch with a smile. My heart wakes up, squeezing painfully at the adorableness of his expression. To distract myself, I give him another firm squeeze. He twitches in my hands.

A little frown puckers his brow. "I'm—I need to be inside you. Do you want more foreplay?"

Is he kidding?

"Are you kidding? "

The frown clears, swept away by savage need. In all my years, I've never seen the look in his eyes from any lover. Like I'm more than exquisite—like I'm worthy of worship.

One hand anchored behind my neck, the other disappearing between us, Leo kisses me. He kisses me until we are one taste and one breath. For all his hunger, he slides inside me slowly, breaking barriers of sensation I never knew existed.

Although he's been inside me before, this time is different. So fucking different. There's no frenzy, no overriding sense of illicitness. His hands capture my wrists over my head while his eyes stay on my face, studying every nuance of my shifting expressions. Every slow withdraw and smooth thrust breaks me open wider, pierces me deeper. I've never felt so utterly possessed or been more aware of my own femininity.

"You're beautiful, Amelia. So fucking sexy. You have no idea what you do to me."

Though his words veer dangerously close to my heart, I answer by locking my ankles behind his back. "Show me, Leo."

He releases my wrists, hauling me against him with his arms locked tightly around me. Head lowered to my shoulder, his rhythm changes. Harder, deeper. Halfway to oblivion, I don't even attempt to dampen my cries. No doubt I'll be hearing from the neighbors tomorrow, but right now I don't give a flying fuck.

"Oh, God, Leo, yes, right there, there !"

A cataclysmic event tingles in my fingers and toes, surges up my arms and legs, trembles in my chest, and finally coalesces where we join. I scream in bliss. Teeth clamp on my neck so hard I see stars, and the pleasure sharpens. Explodes.

He says my name and finds his own release. When he relaxes and kisses me softly, I start crying.

Sobbing, actually.

Leo rolls onto his side and holds me against his chest. He murmurs words I can't hear, but I feel his heat, and the soothing touch of his hand making ceaseless journeys up and down my spine.

I finally assemble enough sanity to say, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he says softly. "Do you feel sad or anxious right now?"

I shake my head, hiccupping. "I feel like your monster cock annihilated me."

The hand on my back freezes. "My what?" Leaning back to see my face, Leo regards me with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Did you say monster cock ?"

I bite my lip and nod. "Sure did."

He laughs—a deep belly laugh I've never heard before—then kisses the tears from my cheeks. "Tell me you're okay."

"Fine. Totally fine. Better than fine. I can't see straight, though. Hey, what happened to your glasses?"

Still chuckling, he says, "I got LASIK last month."

"Ah, that explains it." Yawning, I curl contently into his heat. In my last moments of consciousness, I say, "Wake me up in twenty. I want more."

A soft kiss presses to my forehead. "Sleep, Amelia. "

I do.

When I wake up, the sun shines through my filmy curtains, glowing brightly on my empty bed. I hold back panic long enough to sit up and see my phone plugged in on the nightstand. Definitely not where I left it last night.

Sure enough, the first notification is for three new text messages from Leo, all sent between five thirty and six thirty this morning.

Had every intention of waking you in twenty but fell asleep. Woke up at four with a giant cat sitting on my chest. Might have shaved a few years off my life. Warning next time?

So you know, I wasn't trying to sneak out. You must sleep like the dead because I knocked into at least five pieces of furniture trying to find my clothes, keys, etc.

What are you doing tonight?

I read the messages over and over, a stupid grin on my face, then text him back. His instantaneous response tells me he was waiting for it. Maybe worried I might not reply.

Silly man.

Working until nine. After…?

Good morning :) Forgot to mention I found an interesting note on your front door from your neighbors. Turns out you have thin walls. Want to come to my place tonight?

Yes.

Yes, I do.