Page 17 of Starting Back
“God, yes,” I begged, not recognizing my voice or even who I was.
Leo didn’t waste a second and dropped his head between my legs, kissing me long and deep before sucking my clit hard enough for me to see stars and then inching it out of his mouth. His lips and tongue were everywhere, devouring me as he slid two fingers deep inside, pumping slowly as his mouth kept moving.
I’d never had a man go down on me in public. Just because I hadn’t spotted anyone around didn’t mean that they couldn’t see, but I detonated like a bomb, coming hard as I bucked my hips against him, riding out wave after wave of white-hot pleasure across my lower body until I slumped over, dizzy and spent.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, pressing my hand to my naked chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a soft chuckle, framing my face and lifting it until our eyes met.
“I don’t have the brain cells to answer that yet.” I grabbed his wrists as I chased my rapid breaths. “Give me a few.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead, weaving his hands into my wet locks before the muffled sounds of laughter grew closer in the distance.
We broke apart as I shoved my breasts back into the cups of my bathing suit top. Leo pushed against the edge, almost leaping out of the pool.
“Oh, hey, Reyes,” a man’s voice said. I turned and spotted who I guessed were three resort workers, two men and one woman, passing the gate of the pool and nodding to Leo.
Leo tipped his chin at them as they passed, while I wrapped a towel around my body, my hands shaking from the aftereffects of the adrenaline running through me and the strongest orgasm I’d had in years, maybe ever.
“Can you walk me back to my room?” I asked, my voice small as what we’d just done—whatI’djust done—finally barreled over me. “If you don’t mind.” My legs wobbled as my knees almost liquefied.
“Of course.” He nodded, concern wrinkling his brow. He bent to pick up my flip-flops and placed them in front of me before handing me the flimsy dress I’d used as a cover-up.
“Thank you for…everything tonight,” I told him as we walked the quiet, dark path back to the guest suites. “You did say you’d help me have fun, so you can rest assured you delivered.” A nervous laugh fell from my lips.
“I’m glad. You deserve it.” His smile widened when we arrived at my door.
“Are you working tomorrow?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Jimmy has a full staff tomorrow, so he doesn’t need my help. Still no plans?”
“Nope. I’ll relax and see where the day takes me.” I fumbled for my keycard and held it up when I found it.
“I really want to see you again, Kristina.” He grabbed my wrist. “As crazy as it sounds, I want to get to know you before you go.”
“I think you got to know me pretty well tonight, a lot faster than most men ever have.” I smiled, but he didn’t smile back. “I would like that. Maybe since we got this”—I motioned toward the path to the pool behind us—"out of the way, the conversation will be easier.”
“Do you really believe that?” He dipped his chin, raising a brow.
“No, not at all.” I chewed on my bottom lip as his eyes bored into mine. “But I want to see you again too. So, if you’re not busy—”
“I’m not,” he whispered and took my face in his hands, brushing my lips with light kisses, lingering longer with each peck. When I tasted myself on his lips, a thrill, not shame, ran through me.
“Give me your phone.”
I plucked my phone out of my bag, unlocking it before handing it over. He punched a few buttons until his own phone rang in his pocket.
“I’ll pick you up at ten tomorrow morning. Maybe you can wear another one of those dresses you said you brought too many of?”
I grinned at his hopeful smirk.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I tapped the card against the doorknob until it beeped. “Goodnight, Leo.”
“Goodnight, Kristina.”
I watched as he shifted to leave, an odd longing stirring in my belly and tempting me to ask him to spend the night with me, but I shook it off and opened the door.
I’d probably never see him again after I went home, but I wanted to know Leo too. One night with him had already highlighted how much and how long I’d settled, and how long I’d let myself get by with scraps of forced affection.
