Page 28 of Come Back to Me

I chew on my bottom lip, a heaviness settling in my stomach. “Leo,” is all I can say because I know he doesn’t want to hear it.

He spins around to face me, and his expression softens. “Ya know, I haven’t been this happy in, well…probably never. And that’s partly because of you.”

“Just partly,” I tease, smiling big at him.

He drops the brush back into the can, and the paint splatters out. “Okay, a big part.” He tugs the front of my coveralls, drawing me in close to him. “But it’s also partly this cabin. Pete and Nettie. Maple Ridge. I’ve grown to love it here.” His hands go to my hips, and I entwine my fingers at his neck.

“All that makes me happy too. You, the cabin, our friends. But?—”

“Nu-uh, no buts.” His finger presses firmly against my lips. “All my life, I’ve had to tend to the ranch. Tend to what’s expected of me. Offamily obligations. But this time ismytime. For once. Can you please, jus’ let me ignore everything else for a little bit longer?”

When he puts it like that, my heart nearly cracks down the middle. I may have parents who don’t really give a damn what I do, but at least they don’t expect anything from me. They don’t tell me what to do. Especially not now that I’m an adult and have moved out of their house.

Giving him what he wants is easy.

I lift my brows and can’t hide a smirk. “I can be pretty good at distracting you.” I twirl my fingers in the sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck.

A lazy smile draws at his lips. “Oh, I’d say you’re better than good at that.” He bends and kisses my lips gently.

But I’m feeling greedy. I need more than a kiss. More than gentle.

“Then let me.” I drag my hands down his chest and fist them in his paint-splattered T-shirt, yanking him closer to me.

His lips crash down on my mouth again, this time hungry and urgent. They must feel the desperation in my own because he takes the kiss deeper, his tongue vigorous when it finds mine. He undoes the buttons on the coveralls I’ve been wearing to protect my clothes. Only it’s been too hot, so I’ve only got my bra and panties on underneath. He gapes at me when he discovers this. His pupils suddenly dilated.

“Ya sure we shouldn’t wait until we’re finished paintin’ the second coat?” But he doesn’t wait for a reply. He shoves the coveralls over my shoulders, and it drapes at my waist once my arms are free.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait until after we’ve bathed? I’ve got paint all over me.”

“God, no. I love you like this. Sweaty and dirty. It’s fuckin’ hot.”

At his words, the craving for him swoops low in my belly. I’m aching between my thighs. All I want is him, there, satisfying my every need.

After weeks together, he knows my body well. What gets me swooning. What gets me wet. What it takes to turn me inside out.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I tease.

He smiles against my lips as he brushes his thumb across my cheek where I can only assume there’s dried paint.

He quirks one dark brow. “Are we ’bout to have kitchen sex?”

“I think we are,” I answer eagerly.

With that, he squeezes my hips and lifts me at the same time as I hoist myself into his arms. I tether my legs around his waist. Instantly I’m aware of how badly he wants me too. His erection presses against my belly, sending shockwaves of desire running through me.

With my arms helping to hold my weight on his shoulders, I allow myself to lower down his torso until I can feel his stiffness on my pussy. I suck in a breath, and he swallows my exhale with an intoxicating kiss.

“You want my cock, don’t ya, Sugar?”

“Mh-hmm,” is all I can manage. Because the vibrations thrumming through my body at our kissing and touching is too much all at once.

Leo stumbles a few feet until we reach the kitchen counter, and he sets me down. Instantly, my fingers fly to his suspenders, and I yank them down his shoulders. It’s as if his pants are on fire, and I can’t seem to get them undone fast enough. I unzip them, and they fall to the floor.

“Lift your ass for me, Darlin’,” and the twang in his voice sends goosebumps racing across my skin.

I do as I’m told. He tugs the coveralls down, and they bunch at my ankles. He presses his lips to my throat, and I shove my fingers in his hair, while he licks and sucks. My head falls back, my eyes fluttering closed, while he spreads languid kisses across my collarbone and the dip of my neck.

With his fingertips pressed into my back, I rock my hips into him. The feel of his stiff erection has me desperate for him. He tears my panties down, this time not bothering with asking me to assist him. They dangle at my ankles, along with the coveralls.

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