Page 37 of Leo

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Her arms came around him.

“Now.”

A husky laugh was ripped from his chest at her fevered word.

“Absolutely now.” He glided in slowly, his body rigid, his blood pounding viciously as her tightness wrapped around him like a cloak.

“I am going to need a minute,” he gritted.

“Is something wrong?” She asked anxiously.

“It’s too much.” He rasped. “It’s - Christ!” He exploded as he sank in even further. “How the hell could you even think you’re inadequate?”

“Thank you.”

“No. Sweet Christ!” He groaned. “Baby, what you do to me.” He moved then and she moved along at his pace. His eyes held hers as his body glided into her moist tightness. So long he hadwaited for this and now it was happening. He was not certain he could really take it in.

Her arms came around his neck and she lifted her face to his. He met her lips with his tongue sliding into her mouth in a sweet kiss that exploded between them.

He had to increase the pace. It was not left up to him. His body seem to have a mind of its own. With his lips sealed to hers and her slender curves melting into his, he felt as if he was rolling in the clouds.

When she came again, he swallowed her cries and gathered her close. He exploded along with her, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her. He was still kissing her even after the storm that had wracked them to pieces had settled somewhat.

Mindful that he was crushing her, he reluctantly shifted to lie next to her. Keeping her close to him, he cradled her against his chest and smiled dazedly.

“I guess you convinced me,” she murmured into his chest, making him chuckle.

“I hope I did.”

She did not respond, and he did not want to spoil it by saying anything else.

“I thought I was frigid.”

His fingers tightened on her back.

“You are most certainly not.”

“I think I want to call that son of a bitch from college and poke my tongue out at him.”

His laughter exploded and had her smiling.

“You should.”

“It would be childish.”

“Perhaps.”

“Would you back me up if I did?”

Tucking a hand under her chin, he lifted her face.

“Happily. What is his number?”

Her eyes twinkled with laugher. “The last time I checked, he was on his second marriage and not doing too well as a chef.”

“Good. Now if you would just tell me the eating establishment where he is currently employed, I could see to it that he no longer is.”

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