Page 37 of Starting Back
My anger faded enough to kiss Leo back with the same urgency, scratching my nails up his back as I hooked my leg over his hip.
“This was gone until…before.” He grazed his finger across my forehead. “But I can get rid of it again.” He coasted his hand down my torso, stopping right before the scar on my lower abdomen I’d tried to cover earlier. Instead of being repulsed by it, Leo painted kisses along the raised white line of skin before his breath fanned hot against my core.
He dragged his finger up and down my slit, already drenched with need. His eyes held mine as he slid one finger inside and thumbed my clit, moving his hand back and forth in a painfully slow motion.
“So fucking wet, baby. That’s a good girl. Forget everything but me.”
I’d thought consideration and attention were my official new kinks, but Leo calling me agood girlalmost made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My journey of odd self-discoveries continued.
“This is okay?” His voice dipped to a husky rasp as he continued his delicate but exquisite torture. I couldn’t possibly come again. I’d orgasmed more in one day than I had in five years.
“Good, really good.”
He slid next to me, still playing my body like no one else ever had as the pressure built again. He covered my mouth with his, his lips moving as slowly as his fingers as he drove me out of my troubled mind.
I dug my heels into the mattress as number three hit. Quieter but sharper, a jolt running through my body from head to toe.
“You’re kind of lethal, Lieutenant Reyes.” I melted into the mattress as my hazy eyes met Leo’s.
“I told you.” He kissed my forehead and drew me to his side. “I’ll give you all I can while you’re here.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, then rained kisses over my eyelids, down my cheek, and across my jaw. I heaved out an audible sigh as I melted against him.
“How’s the vacation story coming along?”
I laughed at the arch in his brow when I opened my eyes.
“Like a goddamn fairy tale.”
FOURTEEN
LEO
“If we put some clothes on, we can move out to the terrace for a little while.”
Kristina sucked chocolate frosting off her finger as she jerked her chin toward the sliding door outside the bedroom. I was too jealous of her finger to register what she was suggesting for a few minutes.
“Define ‘some.’” I grabbed her hand after she popped another icing-covered brownie into her mouth and sucked her finger clean.
Her hooded eyes fluttered for a minute before she smiled.
“Well, I definitely don’t want you to put a shirt on.” She pulled the fluffy comforter wrapped around her tighter, but it still hung low across her chest, tempting my hands and my mouth to memorize the slope of her cleavage along with the rest of her. I had a double shift starting tomorrow, so our goodbyes would have to be in the morning, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her yet.
I’d gone into this knowing it wouldn’t last past her stay, but I was the one who had to leave first. And for some reason I didn’t know, or I did know but couldn’t understand, I couldn’t admit it or accept it.
“How about,” I said, leaning over the bed to grab my crumpled-up shirt off the carpet, “you wear my shirt, and I guess we’ll both put underwear on.” She chuckled at my reluctant shrug. “Here, I’ll grab my shorts and the brownies and meet you outside.”
She beamed back at me, so relaxed and beautiful that I had to force a smile. My stomach turned as I prepped to tell her about our impending time limit.
Although we hadn’t said it out loud, I had a good feeling we were in agreement that this could only be a vacation fling. She couldn’t go back and forth to come to see me down here with two kids at home, and although I wasn’t sure if I’d stay in Florida long-term, I wasn’t able to make the long trip to New York all the time with my schedule.
Or was I, and I was just too afraid to make the offer?
It wasn’t a surprise or something we didn’t know was coming, but saying exactly when this amazing and strange thing between us would end wasn’t something I could bring myself to do.
And this was only the second day I’d known her. The thought of leaving her shouldn’t have gnawed at my gut so much to the point I couldn’t even tell her that tonight would be it for us.
I opened the sliding door, placing the plate of brownies on the tiny table before heading back inside for the bottle of wine and glasses. Our dinner was finger foods, plus all they offered for dessert, with a bottle of Pinot Grigio on the side.
