Page 138 of How to Prevent a Fumble

Gently, without breaking eye contact, Leo envelopes my arm in the towel, carefully dragging the soft fabric down to my fingers. Moving slightly, he starts on the other arm before wrapping it around my back.

He bites his lip as he wraps it around my front, a silent question on his face.

I nod, giving him permission.

Letting out a breath, Leo loosens the towel, letting it rub down my damp skin as his hands make their way down my chest. They pause above my breasts as my breathing deepens, my eyes shutting as he continues over them, cupping them through the towel as he dries me off.

My head falls back, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his massive frame makes any movement hard to go unnoticed, I may have missed him dropping to his knees, continuing to drag the towel down, his warm breath on my belly.

I refuse to look.

When he reaches my legs, he wraps both hands through the towel around my right leg before dragging down slowly, and when he reaches my feet, he moves onto the next.

The whole process is so painfully slow it makes my knees weak with want, my head swimming with what I desperately want him to do to me when he’s done.

I’m so distracted that I nearly jump when I feel his lips on my hip bone. Gasping, I open my eyes, looking down at him to find him looking up at me, his lips making their way from one hip to another, a trail of light kisses in their wake.

“Leo…” I whimper, but before I can get anything else out, he bites me.

Bites. Me.

And it feels like all my blood rushes south.

Fisting his hair with a moan, I yank up, forcing him to hisfeet before wrapping my arm around his neck, my lips instantly finding his.

It’s a fight for dominance at first, a clashing of teeth that I’d normally hate, a push and pull that would normally send me running.

A guttural growl comes from deep within his chest as his large hand palms my neck, forcing my head where he needs it to be to take the kiss even deeper somehow as his other hand wraps around my body, making its way down my back to my ass before sliding down to my leg, hoisting it up to his hip.

Letting go of my neck, he helps me wrap my other leg around him, his hands beneath me holding me up as he walks out the door, practically kicking it closed.

I break the kiss as he goes, my tongue working along his pulse at his throat before nipping the skin below his ear, causing his chest to vibrate in another moan.

“God damn,” he whispers before capturing my mouth again as I fall back onto the soft bed, his body following mine, caging me.

Pulling away for a minute, he studies me. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want,” he whispers, giving me space.

I shake my head. “Anything.”

“Briar, do you want to be in control here?”

I worry my lip before letting out a confident “No.”

I just want to feel. Just want to let lose. To not feel so wound up for once in my life.

I want him to make me forget everything that’s happening, and I know he can.

He nods, studying me for a second more before his mouth comes down onto my peaked nipples, lightly sucking on them as his fingers run up the inside of my leg.

God, this is the man I’m going to have to be fake engaged to come tomorrow. The person I’m surely going to get a million texts about. And I haven’t even told my?—

His lips clamp down on my nipple, his tongue flickeringover the tip, and I gasp at the same time as he plunges his fingers into my soaked pussy, his palm adding pressure to my clit as he works me.

And I shamelessly ride his hand, whimpering as a shiver runs through me, a pressure building that I’ve never quite experienced like this before.

Not even when he was on his knees pleasuring me before.

Before him, a man had never made me come. And I’ve never felt it this fast, either.

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