Page 34 of Leo

“What did you say?”

She raised up on her elbows and looked at him. “We should be lovers. We are in the right place. We should just get naked and do it. Make love to me Leo. I want to feel like a woman again. I am so tired of feeling like I am a social outcast.”

“You’re drunk and should sleep it off.” He rose unsteadily and could swear his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Let me get your clothes off… “

“Take it all off.” She helped him by tugging the sweater over her head.

He stood there like an idiot. A statue carved out of marble and stared at the enticing display of flesh. Her breasts were small and barely covered by the ridiculous scrap of blue lace. It would appear that Ms. Sherrian Watson did not care about outer layers of clothing but absolutely spent money and effort on the inner layers.

“Sherrian…” His voice was thick and his body rigid as she went further by unhooking the front clasp of the scrap of lace and taking it off.

Her nipples were puckered, causing the saliva to pool inside his mouth.

“I want to see your body. All night I have been thinking about what you look like without clothing. Let me see your body, Leo.”

He cursed himself for hesitating and without waiting any longer, he sat and took off his boots and socks and rose to drag the sweater over his head.

She made a sound deep inside her throat that fired his blood even more.

“Take it all off,” she urged when he hesitated at the buckle of his belt.

He needed no further urging. Shedding his pants, he started to tug at his underwear when he hesitated.

“What?” Her eyes flew to his face as he stood there.

“You still have clothes on.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Oh.” She looked confused for a moment. Then she started to unhooked the clasp. Climbing in next to her, he dragged her up against the pillows and brushed her hands away.

“I think that’s my job.”

She laid back and watched his bent head as he took off the pants and hunkered there staring at her lower body.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He cleared his throat. “You’re perfect.”

“I have a scar, right here.” She aimed her index finger at an area above the waistband of her lace panties. “I had my appendix taken out.”

“Still perfect.”

“Are you just going to stay there all night?”

He chuckled softly and eased the panties down, his fingers trembling. “Just savoring.”

She went still and felt her body heating as he ran his hands over her flat stomach and thighs. “Your complexion is flawless.”

She gazed at his broad chest with the scatterings of chest hairs.

“I would like to return the compliment. You have an amazing body.”

“Thank you.” He was impatient to have her but wanted to take it slowly.

He also did not want her regretting what they do here tonight. With that in mind, he stared at her. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am.”

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