Page 15 of Come Back to Me

Our lips are close. So fucking close. It’s making me feel insane.

“You know just what to say to set me off,” I say so quietly that it comes out sounding breathless.

Hislips brush my own as he says, “Is that all it takes? And here I thought I’d have to work a bit harder.”

I tether my trembling fingers around the back of his neck and shrug. “I mean, you wouldn’t hear me complaining if you worked alittlehard.”

Leo chuckled. “Sugar, I plan to put in the work…all night, if you’ll let me.”

Oh, I plan to let him.

Warmth floods through my limbs, and my fingers ache to touch him everywhere. I sweep my tongue out to lick my lips, and he tracks the movement.

“Promise?” I finally ask.

But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he slides his hand against the satiny fabric of my dress, gliding it from my waist to my back, and I shiver. When he skims his palm over the curve of my ass, my heart beats hard and fast. It feels like tiny punches against my ribcage.

He lowers his lips to mine at last, releasing a craving that’s been buried deep within me. As the kiss escalates and our tongues find each other, he steals my breath. I wind my fingers through his dark locks of hair, and this simple movement elicits a moan from his throat. It ignites an eager throbbing between my thighs.

It’s not a new feeling, but it’s never been this intense before. This erotic. I’ve never wanted to give in to the pleasure more than I do right now. From the first night I met Leo, I knew I wanted him to be my first. And this moment shared between us concretes that assumption.

“Leo?” I whisper after breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm?” He mumbles the incoherent word while he slides the strap of my dress down and presses his warm lips to my bare shoulder. It sends goose bumps skittering over my skin.

“I’ve never done this before,” I pant the confession quietly.

I’m not sure why I feel mildly embarrassed by this. It’s not that unheard of for a woman my age who isn’t married or engaged to still be a virgin.

Leo lifts his head, and his dark eyes are like liquid as they peer into mine. “That makes two of us.”

I blink back my shock. Why had I assumed? Because he’s handsome? A smooth talker? An exceptionally skilled kisser? Twenty?

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Really?”

“We’ll figure it out together.” He plants a trail of kisses from my shoulder to my collarbone.

Together.

I like the sound of that.

My eyes flutter closed, and my head lolls back as his lips glide to my neck. The sensation causes me to feel light-headed. I’m delirious for him to continue and absentmindedly massage my fingers against his scalp.

“Are your parents expecting you home tonight?” he asks, and the mention ofparentsandhomebrings me out of my daze.

My eyes flutter open, and I shake my head.

“Good. C’mon,” he says, backing up and taking my hand in his. He guides me to the primary bedroom, taking a lit candle with us on our way. “I brought some blankets and more candles.”

“Why, Mr. Moretti, did you have this planned all along?” I tease, grinning at him.

He shrugs sheepishly, letting go of my hand. “Not planned. Jus’ hoping, I guess.”

I snort a light laugh.

“But there is somethin’ I didn’t plan…and we should probably talk about.” He rubs at the back of his neck while a nervousness twitches in his eye contact.

My gut pinches with apprehension. Is he suddenly changing his mind? On the cabin? On me?

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