Page 25 of Fake It True

CASEY

It felt as if lava was running through my veins, the heat sizzling through me. As I stood there before Leo with my robe fallen open, his eyes swept up and down.

When he said, “Your turn, sweetheart,” I thought my knees might give out.

He closed the distance between us and dipped his head, blazing kisses down my neck and between my breasts before he caught a nipple in his mouth and gave it a sharp suck. The piercing pleasure arrowed to the core of me. My arousal was slick on the insides of my thighs.

All I could do was try to breathe. My mind was a haze of pure want. He muttered something before spinning away. For a moment, I was confused until he returned to the kitchen, tearing open a condom as he walked.

The next few moments were a blur. On shaky knees, I followed him back into the living room. He rolled the condom on, his eyes locked to mine. “Come back here to my lap, sweetheart.”

I’d never cared about any man using an endearment for me, but the way Leo said “sweetheart” snagged along the ragged edge of my heart. In the burning hazy moments that followed,I straddled him again, his dark blue gaze holding mine as he notched his thick crown at my entrance. I sank down over him, sheathing him inside me.

I was trembling all over, chasing my release instantly. I cried out at the feeling of his thick length stretching and filling me completely. Somewhere along the way, my robe had been tossed to the floor with his shirt and sweatpants. The crinkly feel of the dark hair on his chest brushed against my skin, the sensation spinning like fire into all the others shivering through me.

I felt liquid, my mind solely focused on the sharp pleasure tightening inside of me as we rocked together. Our kiss was messy, sensual, and slow.

He leaned his head back, whispering, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

I felt the press of his fingers on one hip as he controlled our tempo. He slipped his other hand between us, teasing my swollen clit, giving me just enough pressure to topple me over. My releasee finally crested with wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me as I cried out, shocked to hear myself panting his name.

His teeth grazed the side of my neck before he captured my cries with a kiss. He thrust once more to fill me completely. I felt the shudder of his release as he jerked inside of me. I finally collapsed against him, his arms holding me tight as we trembled together.

I had no idea how much time passed before the storm of my climax receded. I gradually cataloged sensations. His muscled chest pressed against my softness, his hand sliding up and down my back in lazy strokes, his other arm around my waist as he held me close. My head tucked into the curve of his neck, breathing in his scent, a little woodsy and crisp, and my breath gusting across his collarbone.

I felt the rumble of his voice against my ear on the side of his neck. “How are you?”

His question made me giggle. I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. “Amazing,” I answered.

His lips kicked up in a smile. “Same.”

His hand slid up my back, his fingers sifting through the ends of my hair. His gaze sobered as he studied me. “That was more than I expected.”

A startling sense of intimacy kept flourishing between us. When it came to Leo, my emotions felt like flowers bursting through barren ground in my heart. It was almost more than I knew how to take. I swallowed through the sudden thickness in my throat as I nodded. “It was,” I managed to whisper.

Leo was solicitous over the next few minutes as we disentangled ourselves. He helped me back into his robe and went to switch the laundry into the dryer.

When he returned to the living room, he asked, “Do you want to stay?”

Chapter Nineteen

CASEY

Do you want to stay?

At Leo’s question, I nodded so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. The weekend passed in a blur.

The next day, he asked if I wanted to go for a hike. I loved trying anything new in Alaska, so I was happy to go along. After stopping by my apartment and making sure I had a decent pair of hiking boots and a jacket, we set out on a crisp spring morning. He drove us out to an old ski lodge under renovation. Since the snow was melting on the slopes, we hiked up to the top. I spun in a circle, letting out a whoop at the three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view.

Back at his house after the sun had set and darkness fell again, I didn’t want to go home. I wanted another night with him. The next morning, he took me on a drive out to a glacial lake. Until you saw the clear blue waters of a glacial lake tucked in the mountains, it was difficult to believe how blue and clear the water could be.

“When does Dora come home?” I asked that afternoon.

“Monday.”

I stayed with Leo for one more night. In the darkness, after we fell asleep, after he had once again taken my body on a journey of pure pleasure, my eyes blinked open. I was asleep on my back, and Leo was curled up on his side with his big, warm palm resting on my belly. One of my calves was tucked against his and I could feel the crinkly feel of the hair on his legs when I moved slightly. I rolled my head to the side to see the clock on the nightstand. It read five a.m., the numbers glowing in the darkness.

I was aroused, my body thrumming with awareness and need. The cotton sheet abraded against the tight peaks of my nipples. I could feel the slick wetness at the apex of my thighs. I took a little breath as my pulse began to skitter when his palm moved slightly. The calloused surface of his palm sent sparks scattering over my skin. I sensed when he came awake, a humming tension emanating from his body.

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