Page 114 of If It Can't Be Us

I nod again, more urgently, as my lips search for his, my eyes still closed. They find them, and his tongue teases mine as I welcome it into my mouth.

I break our kiss, grabbing his hand to lead him to my bedroom, where I want to give myself to him completely.

“Come here.” I say, my voice soft and raw.

I lead him up the stairs and down the hallway. Once inside, I turn to face him, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Damn, it’s been way too long.

Leo gently brushes a lock of hair from my face, his fingers trailing softly along my cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes filled with adoration.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I love you,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

“I love you too.”

“Show me,” I challenge.

His hands move to my waist, sliding under the hem of my shirt, pulling me closer. Our bodies press together, and I melt into him. His lips find mine again, and I fist his shirt in my hands to steady myself.

Leo’s hands glide lower, caressing my ass as he pulls me even closer. My stomach does flips, and I can already feel that tingling numbness building between my thighs. I raise my arms, and he pulls my shirt over my head, slowly undressing me. He presses tender kisses all over my body between each article of clothing that’s shed, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he’s committing every moment to memory. I do the same, pulling his shirt over his head and feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingertips, appreciating every detail of him.

We move to the bed and he lays me down gently, his lips never straying far from mine. His kisses travel down my neck, each one lingering and sweet. His hands explore every curve of my body with a reverence that makes me feel cherished and loved.

As his hands slide lower, his breath hovers hot against my ear. “Missed feeling you like this,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His fingers trail down my stomach, a slow, deliberate glide that has my breath catching.

When he reaches my thighs, he doesn’t rush. Instead, he lingers, brushing just close enough to drive me crazy—the pulsing between my legs intensifying. His movements are deliberate and teasing, his fingertips ghosting over my skin until I’m aching for him. I gasp, subconsciously arching toward him, silently begging for more.

Leo leans into my ear. “Are you wet, love?” His voice carries a hint of cockiness.

I nod, squeezing my eyes shut, the throbbing ache too strong for words.

“Tell me how wet you are,” he says, his tone dark and commanding. Thatsexy fucking voicealone is enough to make me lose all control.

“I’m wet. I’m so wet for you, babe,” I manage, breathless.

He continues to tease, drawing it out. His fingers glide close to where I need them, only to pull away as he plants slow, sensual kisses on my skin.

“How bad do you want it?” he murmurs.

I can’t take the torture anymore. I grab his hand and guide it toward the dull throb. His fingers brush the top of my slit and stop.

I let out a frustrated groan.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” My eyes are closed, but I know he’s smirking—enjoying this slow torture while I squirm—building my desire until I’m desperate and begging for him.

“I want it so bad. I want you, babe. Please, touch me. Give it to me.” I’m a mess of submissiveness, my voice barely more than a whisper.

I slide my thighs together, desperate for some friction. He chuckles softly, a deep, wicked sound, before his fingers slip exactly where I need them, pressing into me with just the right amount of pressure.

“God,” I hiss.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” he whispers, his lips grazing my neck as his fingers begin a rhythm that has my body instantly responding, pulsing with need.

Every movement is steady and skilled, designed to keep me trembling beneath him, desperate for release. His muscles tense against me as he takes his time, stretching the moment out until all I can think about is him and the pleasure he’s pulling from my body.

“Fuck me,” I say, with a raw urgency in my voice, pulling him closer. “Leo, I want you inside of me.”

I open my legs wide for him as he nestles between them. His tanned, muscular build presses against me, every ridge and contour of his body ignites a fire within me. I surrender completely to him, losing myself in the moment.

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