Page 50 of Deception & Desire

“No one else can have me, can they?” I whisper. “You can’t want me, but no one else is allowed, is that it?”

His voice matches mine. “You can do whatever you want. But I will not share you. We’ve been over this.”

“He wasn’t…” I pause. There’s no anger anymore, no excuse for the way I feel tethered to him now.

He walked away. He didn’t want me. I spent all week thinking he didn’t want me, but right now? God. “I need to see something.”

He swallows as I lean in.

The kiss is chaste, my breath caught in my chest, not quite feeling anything beyond my numb lips. I pull back almost immediately, searching his face for something I swore I saw a moment before.

But his face is entirely blank. Emotionless.

I miscalculated.

I pull away even more. “Shit, I?—”

Suddenly, lips crash against mine with such ferocity I’d have stumbled to the floor if it weren’t for the arm tightly encircling my back, holding me against his chest.

I’m uncaged, unrestrained, my mouth open and fully claimed. Leon barely lets me breathe, but I don’t think I want to anyway.

Because he might have missed me, but I’ve missedthis.

I’m losing myself to his touches, drinking him in like a woman parched, and he’s just giving and giving and giving.

My good arm wraps around his neck, pulling him in closer and closer, and God, I’m so mad at him. But God do Ineedhim.

“I’m not…” I want to swallow the protest, but I need to know. “I’m not ovulating.”

“Get rid of those fucking shorts,” he hisses, ignoring me entirely as I bite down on his bottom lip. “I never want to see them again.”

I take that as an instruction to be fulfilled immediately, judging by the way his hand slips down to my waist.

I pull away to wriggle out of the offending shorts, vaguely aware that things are clattering to the floor around me. I don’thave time to check what fell on the ground before his arms are around me again and he’sliftingme.

I fall into him and take the opportunity to capture his lips again as he sets me on top of the counter. I’m luxuriating in every groan that escapes him as desire begins to pound between my thighs.

He steps between my legs, both hands cradling my face, as he pulls us apart, only to begin worshiping my neck with his mouth and tongue.

“That feels so fucking good,” I moan as his teeth begin to tug at the sensitive skin. Marking me, claiming me.

A hand drops between my thighs and palms at the wetness there beneath my panties. It feels like my entire body is on fire. The sounds I make are barely evenhuman.

“They can’t touch you. They can’t look at you. They need to know. They need to know.” His growls are like a mantra against my neck, the low timbre of his voice doing nothing but aggravate my already overwhelming desire.

His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my underwear, and I’m like putty in his hands. My good arm is around his neck, hoisting myself up for the perfect angle, turning to find his lips again as I sink onto his hand.

My tightness gives way to his fingers like they were created to be there.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he hisses against my lips. “They can’t do this to you, can they? It’s me. It’s only me.”

God. I don’t think I can make it upstairs.

I can already feel my juices trickling over his hand as he works me open. His other goes up my shirt, pulling it up so that he can access my chest with his mouth. A tongue slips beneath the fabric of my bra. Teeth nip at the tautness of my nipple.

Something entirely unholy takes over my body.

“There’s no one else. No one else has ever?—”

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