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“Surprised?” she says, uncrossing her legs and angling her body toward me.

“Well yeah,” I say with a shrug, smiling at how vulnerable and innocent she looks. “I had no idea you felt like that, sweetheart. I wish you would have told me yesterday.”

“It felt like the mood evaporated when the pizza got here,” she admits. “I wanted things to keep going, but I figured the time had passed.”

I chuckle despite myself. Of course she’d think that.

“Shayla, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing or if we get interrupted,” I say, scooting across the couch so we’re side by side, our knees touching. “We can always recreate that mood. It’s not hard to get back to it.”

“What do you mean?” she murmurs, her voice dropping to nearly a whisper as her eyes flash to my lips.

“All it takes is something small,” I tell her as I reach out to cup her cheek gently. “Like a kiss.”

Then, to illustrate my point, I close the gap between the two of us. Even though she knew it was coming, she gasps softly against my mouth. Then, she melts against me, grabbing my wrist with one hand and putting the other on my thigh. It’s like she can’t get enough contact, and the thought sends a wave of unrestrained desire through my body.

“See,” I ask when I pull away, resting our foreheads together.

“I see,” she replies, her eyes fluttering closed. “I guess I didn’t know.”

“That’s not a problem,” I assure her, stroking her cheek as I speak. “I can teach you everything you need to know.”

“I’d like that,” she whispers.

“And, if you want me to, I can show you some of that more that you wanted yesterday.”

“Please,” she says, her voice like a song. “I want you to show me everything.”

Chapter Five

Shayla

At my words, Leo connects our lips again. This kiss is almost identical to the kiss we shared just a few minutes ago, but there’s an underlying current, a promise of something more. It excites me, makes my core feel hot and the place between my legs feel damp. Leo’s going to give me the things I don’t even know I want.

He threads the hand that isn’t on my cheek through my hair, his short nails scratching my scalp. I hum into his mouth, satisfied with the contact. Then, he uses the grip he has on my locks to angle my head slightly before dragging his tongue over the seam of my lips.

A shiver runs through me as I open up to him. I want to be one with him, for our bodies to merge into one. While his tongue explores my mouth, running over my front teeth, I know that’s where this is heading. I can’t wait.

The hand on my cheek starts to drift lower, his fingertips caressing the sensitive skin on my neck and bringing goosebumps to the surface. Nothing stops the whimper that comes from my throat. Leo smiles against me at the sound, apparently pleased with the effect he has on me.

“Can I take you to my bedroom?” he asks, separating our mouths and looking at me with a lust-filled expression. It takes my breath away, and I almost forget to respond.

“Yes,” I say, feeling like I’m on the verge of begging. “Please take me to your bedroom, Leo.”

He gives me a toothy, imperfect smile. It makes my stomach swoop, and even though I know we’re about to get up and move, I lean forward to kiss him again. He chuckles against me, moving his hands to my waist as he pulls back once again.

“There’ll be more of that soon,” he says, standing up and bringing me to my feet with him. “I promise.”

I nod, but I know he doesn’t see it. He’s already pulling me through his house, past the kitchen and down the hallway. I try to examine everything as we pass, but it’s all a blur. Between the cloud of lust and the speed at which he’s hauling me, my mind is scrambled.

When we get to his bedroom, he slows down and pulls me flush against him. He kisses me again, and this time it’s so much more heated. I respond as best I can, knowing that my inexperience is showing. Leo doesn’t seem to care, a growl escaping his lips.

We part with a smacking sound. It seems so obscene, but that only makes this whole interaction hotter. The reality of what’s about to happen starts to sink in, and even though I thought it would make me nervous, it only makes me wetter.

“Let’s get you on the bed,” he murmurs, smoothing my hair in a comforting motion. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“Okay,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. It’s so wanton and thin, like kissing Leo has made me a brand new person.

He walks me over to the mattress with a hand on my back, then he helps me onto his plaid sheets. I lie back, my head cushioned by the plush pillows, and watch as Leo undoes his belt and drops it to the side. Then, he climbs on top of me.

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