by Amy Brent
But I bit back the words. Keep things light and fun, Quinn. He’s not going to stick around anyway, no need to scare him off early.
I nodded firmly to myself, firming my resolve to forget all about my troubles and shot Leo a sultry grin.
“I was just thinking about earlier,” I finally said and Leo raised one dark, slashing eyebrow in question. It was obvious he didn’t believe me but he nodded for me to continue anyway.
“What about earlier?”
“Well, I was thinking how lucky it was.” I shrugged, “There I was, walking down the street, minding my own business when you ran into me–.”
“Wait a minute, sunshine. You ran into me.”
“That’s not the way I remember it. But that’s not the point.”
Leo gave a rough laugh under his breath as he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “What is the point?”
“It was lucky, that’s all. I could have been anywhere, but I wasn’t. I was there, at that exact moment, at that exact place, at the exact time you came barreling out of this place and nearly knocked me on my ass right there on main street.”
Leo threw his head back on a full, sexy as hell laugh at my words and all I could do was watch in fascination as it transformed him right in front of my eyes. Still far too handsome and so sexy it should be illegal, but now, with humor gleaming in his dark eyes, he was something else, something far more dangerous. He was likable. No, it was more than that. He was lovable.
“So you think it was fate?” Leo’s question drew me back to our conversation as we swayed together on the dance floor.
“I don’t know if I believe in fate,” I answered honestly, surprising myself, “But I know I’m glad it happened.”
Leo’s gaze sharpened on mine, and the desire that had been simmering on low suddenly filled me, hot and persistent. His hands slid down my body, dragging sweet sensations from my waist lower across my hips, stopping just short of moving any further south.
My pulse pounded hard and fast as Leo leaned forward, his breath tickling my ear as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Me too, sunshine. I’m very fucking glad.”
He punctuated the words with a ghost of a kiss against my neck and my legs went all rubbery underneath me. It didn’t help that his thumbs had worked their way under the hem of my t-shirt and each stroke of his fingers across my bare skin fanned the flames ever higher.
“You know,” I started breathlessly, “There’s something else about earlier that I can’t get out of my mind.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
I leaned even closer, raising up on the tips of my toes in my heeled boots and even still, he had to bend down so I could whisper the words in his ear.
“I keep thinking about how good it felt to have you inside me. How good it felt to have you fill me all the way up until I was screaming out your name–.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before we were moving, Leo’s hand on mine dragging me towards the stairs at the back of the bar that led up to his apartment. I had to bite back a breathless laugh at the reckless rush that flooded my system. Adrenaline and desire and need all rolled into one. And I knew there was only one thing that would satisfy it. Leo.
He fumbled with the key, impatience thick in the air as he tried to get the door unlocked.
"Damn it," Leo muttered under his breath, but a moment later the door was open and he was pulling me inside. He kicked it shut behind us, not even bothering to flick on the lights before he was pulling me close.
His mouth met mine with a crash like thunder in a summer storm and the answering lightning flashed through my body. My need was electric and all-consuming. Every other thought evaporated like steam by the heat, except one. I wanted him. And damn it, I was going to have him.
"Fuck, sunshine, you can't say shit like that to me in public," Leo growled the words against my kiss-swollen lips, pulling back enough to gaze at me in the dark.
"Why not?" I teased, focused on the task in front of me. My hands never stopped moving, pulling his shirt over his head and getting to work on the button of his jeans. An image had crystallized in my mind and I was going to make it a reality. My mouth watered at the thought. I wanted a taste of him.
Leo’s hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up until my eyes met his and the hard need that shone back at me from their depths trapped me.
"Because I was a second away from stripping you naked and fucking you right there on the dance floor in front of everybody. That's why." The words were rough as he spoke and they hit me with all the force of a boulder, urging on the reckless streak inside me.
My hands were moving again, tugging down the top of his jeans as I stared up at him.
I spoke into the sudden tense silence. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
"Fuck," Leo said the word like a prayer or a curse. I couldn't tell. I was too busy dropping to my knees in front of him, taking his boxers with me as I went. I didn't wait, sucking him as far into my mouth as I could, wrapping my hand around his thick base as I lashed him with my tongue.
“Holy fuck, Quinn.” The sound of my name hissed from his lips had me sucking even harder as Leo’s fingers tangled in my hair. I could feel his thighs tremble at the pleasure and an answering wave of moisture flooded my pussy. This. This is what I wanted. This was exactly what I needed.
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