Page 69 of Eight Days of Christmas
His teeth tugged softly on her lower lip as he pulled back, causing her depths to hum. He pressed his forehead to hers and gazed into her eyes, the two of them breathing heavily. They shared a smile. One that said unspoken words of yearning and adoration. They kissed again, lingering in the moment, and she wasn’t sure how it was possible, but it was an even more passionate kiss than the first.
When Leo pulled away again, he said, with a shortness of breath, “That was…that was pretty amazing.”
“Pretty amazing?”
“Okay, that was mind-numbingly amazing.”
She snorted a laugh.
He grazed his hands over her face, her neck, the pads of his rough thumbs running over her collarbones, causing her to shiver. “Please don’t ever stop laughing.”
“What?”
“I’ve really missed your laugh. I’ve always loved your laugh. Your smile. It was everything.”
Her cheeks warmed. She loved his laugh, too—all throaty and resounding. But now, his laugh was even deeper, even sexier.
“Izzy?” he whispered, taking her hands in his. “I gotta be honest, I want you. I can’t explain to you how much I just want to take you home with me and get lost in you. But it took me a long time to get over you. A crazy long time. You’re leaving in a few days. If we hook up, I just don’t know if I can go through that again. You leaving.”
She sulked, and her heartbeat felt hollow in her chest. He wasn’t wrong. Shewasleaving in a few days. Things between them were already complicated enough.
“I don’t want to hurt you again. And,” she stared deep into his eyes, her fingers grazing his cheek, “I don’t want to leave you again either.”
He took her in his arms, taking charge of her mouth again. He kissed her stronger, deeper, sending an ache between her thighs.
They weren’t going to make it to his house.
She thrust her fingers through his hair and tugged, eliciting a strangled moan from his throat. They stood at the same time, and she moved backward, pulling him with her toward the stairs. He came willingly, hunger indisputable in his darkening eyes.
Once inside her room, Leo tore off his shirt, giving her a second to drink in the sight of him. So hard and beautiful. He was on her then, mouths crashing, teeth nipping at her bottom lip, sucking on her tongue. He tugged at the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled away just long enough to rip the garment over her head. He tossed it to the floor, and his mouth met hers again, his hands roaming up her waist, cupping her breasts, teasing out a moan she prayed her family didn’t hear.
“Off,” she muttered against his lips, and his hands slid around to her back, deftly unclasping her bra, and stripping it away. Her pants came off next. She wriggled them down her hips and sat on the edge of the bed. Leo yanked them the rest of the way, his hooded, dark eyes never leaving hers.
He wrestled his wallet from his pocket and plucked a condom free before stepping out of his jeans.
Isabella inched herself up the bed, a frenzy of nerves fluttering in her stomach as he climbed on top of her. Holding up his weight by his forearms, he clutched the packet between his fingers. She hooked her legs around his waist, digging her fingernails into his back and craving his touch.
He raised his brows. “You sure about this?”
She propped herself up on her elbows, bringing her mouth to his, answering him with a fiery kiss.
Unlocking his lips from hers, he grazed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “I think that’s ahell, yes,but I’m gonna need you to give me a straight answer here.”
She gazed deeply into his brown eyes, her body on fire with desperation for him. “It is definitely ahell,yes. Please,” she whimpered.
His eyes darkened and he grinned, nipping her shoulder before tearing the packet open with his teeth and quickly rolling on the condom. Then he looked at her one more time, and she knew he was waiting for assurance. She nodded and rocked her hips, helping to guide him. She gasped and gripped his back as he moved over her. He whispered incoherent words in her ear, but the hot, breathy mumbles were enough to send her skyrocketing with pleasure.
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, clutching the iron spindles of her headboard, praying her bed held up against a very adult Leo doing very adult things to her body.
It did, but only because Leo had become a master of control during their time apart. His body was all hard lines, so strong, holding her through every movement of skillful and strategic work of art.
It didn’t take long until she felt his release building, almost in time with her own.
“Leo,” his name was a plea, followed by a moan she couldn’t contain.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispered, kissing her, grinning the entire time.
“God, Leo! I’m—”
