Page 32 of Starting Back
“I wish you had.” My voice was nothing but a crackling whisper. “Today was wonderful, but finishing what we started has been on my mind all day,” I confessed, my heart pounding in my ears. “Now that I’ve gotten to know you and like you, it’s just made it so much worse.”
“Yeah?” He ghosted his lips over my jaw and down my neck. “I know what you mean. Spending the day with you only made me want you more, want this.”
He dragged openmouthed kisses over my shoulder and along my collarbone. I slumped against him, lost in the warmth of his mouth and the delicious scratch of his stubble.
“Well, Ifinishedlast night, I suppose. But you…” I coasted my hand down his shirt and over the hard bulge of his shorts. He groaned against my skin when I squeezed, moving my hand up and down his hardening length in a slow enough motion to feel him jerk against my palm.
“I think I owe you,” I said in a breathless whisper as he trailed kisses over my throat and then down my chest, running his tongue along the neckline of my dress.
“Owe me?” He straightened, narrowing his eyes at me before he shook his head. “I loved every minute of last night. Your lips…” He kissed me, dragging his tongue along the seam of my lips until they opened on a needy moan. He slanted his head, going deeper and harder, the kiss going from sweet to dirty in seconds. “All of this,” he murmured against my lips as his hands roamed my body, cupping my ass before he fisted the hem of my dress. “So warm and wet and fucking sweet.”
I fell back onto the large mattress, landing with a whoosh against the fluffy blankets as Leo climbed over me, hooking his thumbs into my panties and dragging them down my legs.
“You have something, I hope.” I coughed out a nervous laugh as the cool air hit my drenched core.
He nodded, lifting me up by my underarms and setting me down against the pillows.
“I do, but not yet.” He made his way down my body, his gaze roaming over me like a caress before he dipped his head, dropping light, torturous kisses along my clit until he sucked it into his mouth. “First, I need to taste you again. But this time, you won’t hold back. You’ll scream as loud as you want while you come all over my tongue.”
“Leo,” I cried out as I clenched my eyes shut, stars already bursting under my eyelids. He spread my legs wider, pressing his hands on the insides of my thighs as he kissed, licked, and sucked until I lost all control and words. I whispered his name between mewls and moans and other sounds I’d never heard fall from my mouth before as he slid two fingers inside, curling them as he twisted them deep inside me and then out, all the while never taking his mouth off me.
I was so close it was painful, the tremors between my legs beating to a sharp pulse.
“Come on, baby.” He lifted his head, his lips and chin soaked with me as a dirty grin pulled across his mouth. “Let go.” His voice was husky and strained as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. “I’ve got you.”
He covered me with his mouth again, this time sliding his tongue all the way inside as he drew circles around my swollen clit with his thumb. My legs flailed back and forth as I drowned in sensation, my orgasm barreling over me so hard and fast I fisted the blanket on either side of me for purchase as I came back down to earth.
“Wow,” I croaked out as I dropped my head back and pressed my hand against my throat. When I tried to clear it, my throat was dry and scratchy like spent sandpaper.
“Loud enough?” I opened one eye and peered down at Leo, his chest rumbling with a laugh as he stood and peeled off his shirt. My eyes went to a small line of ink peeking out of the waistband of his shorts that I didn’t spot when we were together in the pool. I’d get to see all of him now, and my mouth watered at the thought.
“I thought you said you’d make sure I had a good vacation, not try to kill me,” I teased and propped myself up on my elbows, ogling the gorgeous sight in front of me without a drop of shame, only an undercurrent of regret that I couldn’t take it home with me.
I’d expected sex after my divorce to be much further into the future, and when it finally did happen, it would be awkward as hell no matter who I was with. After being with only one man for almost two decades, I couldn’t fathom intimacy being comfortable or even pleasant that first time.
Instead of awkward and forced, so far, it was glorious and everything I didn’t know I needed.
Or maybe I knew what I needed and just learned to live without it for so long that I’d forgotten all about it. Leo was making me remember so many things. Too many things.
The bare minimum wouldn’t cut it anymore—with anyone.
“Sit up,” he crooned, crooking his finger at me until I complied. Before I knew it, my dress was over my head and strewn across the carpet, leaving me in nothing but a flimsy strapless bra.
For the first time since I’d met Leo at the bar, trepidation slipped through me. The lights by the pool had been dim enough for me not to overthink the imperfections that having two kids left behind on my body. The stretch marks on my abdomen that never went away no matter how many sit-ups I did or creams I slathered on and the C-section scar that changed the contour of my stomach as it healed never bothered me or even occurred to me. The bikini I’d bought for this trip covered those places fine, but I’d be totally bare for Leo, and my shoulders tensed at the sudden need to cover up.
“Don’t do that.” Leo shook his head, his eyes holding mine as he unbuckled his belt and let his shorts and boxers drop.
“Do what?” I breathed out, forgetting to be embarrassed as my attention went to Leo’s huge cock bouncing against his stomach as he ambled back toward the bed. It was long and thick, and I wanted to trace the vein along the side with my tongue after licking all his tattoos.
“Cover yourself.” He slid his hands to my back and undid my bra one hook at a time. “You’re so damn beautiful that I’m about to lose it, so please don’t hide from me.”
He caught my mouth in a kiss, curling his tongue against mine and drawing another whimper out of me. I arched my back off the bed as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, delving my hands into his hair as he grazed over it with his teeth and kissed his way across my chest before taking the other nipple the same way, just as he’d done next to the pool last night, causing the same blinding heat to build between my legs.
Every part of my body was fired up. Even my fingers and toes tingled as he raised his head to kiss me again, sloppy and desperate with a passion I couldn’t recall with anyone else and still didn’t understand.
He wasn’t only trying to kill me. He was ruining me.
The kiss kept going as I heard the soft tear of foil, my back hitting the mattress again as he climbed over me.
