Page 81 of Starting Back
“Tan lines faded,” she whispered as she ran her thumb back and forth along her bra strap. The swells of her breasts pushed against the lace of her black bra, and I couldn’t resist hooking a finger inside each cup and dragging them down until she spilled out.
I sucked a nipple into my mouth and traced around the rigid peak with my tongue. She dug her fingers into my hair as she arched her back, pushing those perfect breasts against my greedy mouth.
“My favorite freckle is still here.” I peppered kisses along her collarbone as I unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I grabbed the back of her neck and hauled her close, plundering her mouth as she slid her hands under my T-shirt. Goose bumps pebbled along my chest as she scratched her nails down my torso.
I peeled off my shirt and dropped to my knees, unbuttoning her jeans as I held her gaze.
“You’reso fucking beautiful. I still think I’m dreaming.” Her hooded eyes raked down my body, the hungry look in her eyes making the blood roar in my veins.
“I’m real and all yours, gorgeous. Now, step out for me.” I glided her jeans down her legs, dropping kisses along her thighs as she lifted one leg at a time.
“Leo,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m still sensitive—holy shit.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth through her panties, now so wet I could see through the silk. I moved them to the side, the same way she’d offered herself to me by the pool that night, and devoured her, clutching her hips to bring her even closer and snake my tongue deep inside.
She screamed my name, her legs already shaking as she bucked her hips against my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face and come in my mouth.” I sucked and licked every inch of her slick skin, high on her sweet taste and every tortured noise that fell from her lips.
She dug her nails into my shoulders, stilling against my tongue until I slapped her ass with a loud smack.
She thrust forward, screaming my name at first then repeating it like a plea and a prayer until she almost slid down the wall. I caught her, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and dragging them down her legs.
I unbuckled my belt and unfastened the button on my jeans, grabbing my wallet out of my pocket before letting my clothes drop to the floor and stepping out of them.
“Ever make love against a wall?” I asked as I rooted around in my wallet for the foil packet I was looking for.
“Not here.”
I froze right before I rolled the condom on.
“Is that so?”
I was never possessive about any woman, part of my aloof way of life, but fucking her against the wall for the first time in this house, knowing her ex had lived here, kicked up my heartbeat enough for it to thunder in my ears.
Old me would have run for the hills at this point, but the man I was now reveled in it too much to stop or ever let her go again.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I said, my voice a low growl as the caveman I never knew I had in me took over. I thrust inside her as soon as she did. Every thump against the wall grew louder as I went deeper, our mouths crashing together in a mess of lips and tongues and sweet fucking relief.
I held off as much as I could until she clenched around me. I slammed my hand against the wall as I emptied myself inside her, this time really giving her all I had and already eager for her to take more.
“For the second time tonight, I can’t feel my legs.” She laughed and held on, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. “The first was when I decided to kiss you.”
I chuckled and set her down, brushing her lips one last time as my pulse and the rest of me came back down to earth.
It was too early to say, “I love you,” so why was it on the tip of my tongue? I swallowed it down, hating holding it back but scared of ruining our first perfect night since Florida.
She broke me out of the lifelong funk I’d been in and opened my eyes to all I’d missed. I’d come to right after she’d almost slipped through my fingers, and I’d never leave her again.
It was too soon to think she was the one, but it’d been too soon for so many things since we’d met. She had to be it because I couldn’t picture my life with anyone else, and the thought of her with another man made me want to engulf the world in flames.
Maybe the big moments in life weren’t supposed to make sense.
THIRTY
KRISTINA
