Page 95 of Worst in Show

“You, picturing where I live.” He stalks a few steps closer to me.

“I’m sure you did the same.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Can I get you some tea?” He gestures toward the counter without looking away.

I push off the table and meet him in the middle of the floor. “That was the plan, right?” My palms come to rest on his chest, his heartbeat reverberating underneath his shirt. It’s solid and urgent, matching mine.

“Plans change,” he murmurs, running his fingers up my sides.

The muscles beneath my skin ripple in response. I let out a sharp breath. “Yeah? What are you gonna do? Throw me up against the wall and ravage me?” It’s meant to be funny, a tongue-in-cheek nod to the other day in the barn, but even I hear the need in my voice.

He steps up close, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, a sultry continuous contact that makes my whole body vibrate with anticipation. I cling to him as his caress moves to my neck. “Do you want me to?” he whispers, placing a kiss just beneath my earlobe before pulling back to look at me.

His dark pupils probe for an answer, and all I can do is nod before he lifts me up and carries me the few steps to the doorway leading to his bedroom. With my back to the wide doorjamb, I lock my legs tighter around him as he presses closer. He’s hard, and the knowledge that I’m the reason makes me grip the fabric of his shirt tighter.

“Like this?” he asks, kissing his way up my neck. One of his hands slides lower to grip my ass.

“I don’t know… that I… feel ravaged enough… yet,” I pant, urging his mouth to mine.

He grinds his hips into me. Our mouths hover open against each other as if neither one of us knows how to get close enough. His breath is damp and hot. Demanding in the best way.

Leo lets out a low growl and spins me away from the wall and into the bedroom. A moment’s freefall and my back hits the sheets. I yank the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and push it up. He understands and sits back, tugging it over his head, and there it is, my favorite torso.

“I have a request,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down my hips.

“Anything.” His gaze widens at the sight of my lace panties. “Oh, those are nice.” His hand sweeps across the fabric, which makes my hips buck up involuntarily.

“Will you flex for me?”

He stills, a sputtered little laugh interrupting his admiration for my undergarments. “Flex? As in…? He bends his arm, making his biceps and triceps dance.

“Mm, but like both.” I pull off my top and lean back on my elbows. “All of it.”

“Like this?” He steps off the bed and proceeds to do his best impression of Schwarzenegger, posing this way and that. His pecs swell, and his six-pack tightens in a way that makes my fingertips—and other places—tingle.

“God, yeah.” Dear Lord, he is a specimen of rare caliber.

“This does it for you?” he asks, turning his back to me to display his back muscles. “I’m not even that built.” He looks at me over his shapely shoulder, and I can’t help myself. My hand trails down across my stomach and between my legs to where I most want him.

His eyes pop open wide, and he’s on me a second later, pinning my arms above my head. “Oh no, you don’t.”

I laugh when he nibbles my neck. “But you make me so hot.”

He rolls me on top of him, unsnaps my bra, and rolls us again. I want to touch him, but by some kind of sorcery, he still has my arms locked in place.

“Good,” he says with a quick glance up before he takes one of my nipples in his mouth.

My shoulders rise off the bed toward him at the deep thrill caused by his deft tongue. Finally, he releases my arms so I can touch him, too, and I bury my fingers in his hair as he kisses wet trails across my chest.

“I don’t know why you’re always hiding beneath oversized sweaters,” he says, his palms dragging down my sides to my hips where his fingers hook around the lacy waistline of my panties. “You should be naked all the time.” He crawls down the length of my body, baring me completely.

“You’d like that.” My eyelids half-close in delirium at what will come next.

He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go and reaches into the nightstand for a condom. I watch him roll it on, and the way he palms his rigid length makes my insides clench.

I beckon for him, and he obliges, but instead of blanketing me with his fine body, he rolls me onto my side and slides up behind me. It’s a new sensation, how the fine hairs on his chest tickle my back, how his hardness presses into my butt cheek, how his hand now reaches everywhere…

I turn my head as far as I can to allow for a kiss, and as our tongues dance, he rakes his nails down my chest, all the way past my ribs, my navel, and lower. He uses one finger to part me, and when it sinks in deep, I push back against him with a small yelp.

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