Page 40 of Starting Back
“No, I had a glorious vacation, too.” He shot me a lopsided grin that melted and squeezed my heart. “This is about as far from real life as I get. I’ve worked with some of the guys at the station for five years, and I’ve told you a shit-ton more than I ever told them about my past. No one’s cared about my nomad lifestyle before.”
“I’ve told you a lot too.” I slid my finger up and down the vines of ink cascading over his ribs. I’d always been intrigued by tattoos, but I’d never known anyone who had this many. One arm was almost entirely covered from his shoulder to his wrist, with what looked like constellations on his opposite hip, all in black ink.
“It’s cute how you can’t stop touching my tattoos.”
He chuckled when I narrowed my eyes at him.
“So, I’m cute again.”
“I told you you’re beautiful, but I can’t help it if I find everything you do so damn adorable. I’ve just never seen anyone so fascinated before. Not that I’m complaining. Touch me wherever and however long you want, babe.”
“What do these mean?” I smoothed my hand across his stomach and traced my fingernail along one of the star patterns.
“Zodiac signs. One is Capricorn for my mother, and one is Cancer for my father.” His hooded eyes focused on where my fingers trailed the lines and stars connecting them. “These are just because I thought it looked cool.” He lifted his arm with a laugh.
Without thinking about it, I leaned over to kiss one of the constellations, my pulse kicking up at his quick gasp when my lips lingered against his skin.
“It all looksverycool.” I turned my head as I leaned against his stomach, running my thumb along the grooves of his abs.
He delved his hand into my hair, brushing his thumb back and forth across my cheek.
I pressed my hand into his hard stomach to hide the quiver in my fingers. I tore my eyes away from his, the charge between us too much to take as I peppered kisses down his hip, flicking his skin with my tongue as I moved lower toward where his erection tented the sheets.
I smoothed the sheet down his legs, coasting my hand over the swell of his cock, hard and heavy against my palm.
“Don’t tease me, gorgeous,” he rasped, propping his hand behind his head as a wicked grin played on his lips.
“What fun would that be?” I raised a brow, inching my hand up and down. I scooted over, my mouth hovering right above what we both wanted. “Yeah?”
His shoulders jerked with a chuckle before he nodded.
“Fuckyeah.”
I swirled my tongue over the tip before taking all of him in my mouth, the salty taste making my mouth water even more. I took my time, sucking and licking until he poked the back of my throat.
A strangled noise fell from his lips as he grabbed the back of my head, weaving his fingers around a fistful of my hair before pressing me closer as he bucked his hips off the bed.
I’d learned a lot about myself over the past two days. I was already aware of how affection-starved I was, but I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone crave my touch and my body and revel in how I made them feel. Every moan and curse Leo muttered as I worked him over with my tongue filled me with an intoxicating high.
I promised myself I’d never settle again, but after Leo left tomorrow morning, it would be impossible not to.
He not only gave me a great vacation story, but he’d become both an amazing memory and an unattainable standard.
“Kristina.” He growled and sat up, pushing my shoulders back until he fell out of my mouth with a wet pop.
“Something wrong?” I asked, my breaths coming quick when I lifted my head.
“No, it’s all very right, but come here.” He sat up, leaning over to lift me up onto the pillows.
“As much as I love your mouth, I want to come inside you instead of down your throat. I need to feel you.” He reached over to the nightstand, patting around before he found a condom and ripped off the edge of the foil, gliding it on before I could even offer to help.
“Jesus,” he hissed when he swiped his finger across my core. “My cock in your mouth made you this wet? This is so fucking unfair.”
I almost laughed when he grabbed the back of my head, hauling me to him and plundering my mouth before thrusting inside me. I pushed against him until we rolled over and I was on top, shifting my hips back and forth as Leo’s eyes bored into mine.
“This okay?” I asked, biting back a smile at the deep furrow in his brow.
“Okay? You’re ruining me, beautiful. I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
