Page 86 of If It Can't Be Us

I reach out, my fingers gently brushing a stray piece of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I confess. My gaze drops to her lips for a fleeting moment before returning to her eyes.

“Then do it,” she whispers. “Fuck me, Leo.” Her voice is barely audible, but the challenge in her words is clear. Hearing her say those words ignites a raw need in me to please her.

I brush my lips over hers, savoring the moment. She whimpers as she parts her lips, a plea to give in to her desires.

My lips meet hers, slow at first, deep and sensuous, a tentative exploration. But the heat between us quickly builds, her hands finding their way to my chest.

We move in a heated frenzy, hands exploring, bodies pressing closer. I back her against the railing, kissing her neck, trailing down to the tantalizing neckline of her dress.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say huskily. She responds with a moan against my jawline as she trails kisses up to my ear. She nibbles and flicks her tongue, teasing the shit out of me. My cock is hard as a rock, and I grind it into her against the railing.

She gasps as I roam a hand over one of her tits, brushing my thumb over the smooth skin that spills above her dress.

“Let’s go inside,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her shiver.

“Okay,” she gasps between kisses.

I grab her hand and lead her down the stairs. We stumble into the dining room, and I pause to look at her. The dress she wears is designed to drive any man wild, but on her, it’s a weapon of mass seduction.

Our lips connect again, my hands wandering, exploring this body I’ve admired for so long. She arches into my touch, and I feel her hands working the buttons of my shirt. I loosen my tie, and finger the back of her dress, trying to figure out how to undo it, but it’s a damn puzzle. “Fuck! How do I get this thing off?” I growl in frustration, making her laugh. I spin her around, pulling her close to me, my arm wrapping around her stomach as I kiss her neck.

I slide my hand up to her tits again, caressing her, moving my hand inside her corset top to stroke her nipple. She arches her back and lets her head fall onto my chest. My other hand travels down, sliding slowly through the layers of fabric until I find her skin. I stroke the inside of her thigh, and she moans softly.

Moving my hands to her back, I kiss every part of her neck and shoulders while fumbling with the tiny hooks on her dress, undoing them as quickly as I can. Hell, at this point, I’m ready to rip the damn thing off her. When the last hook snaps open, I grip the corset and pull it apart, letting the dress fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a black lace thong.

She turns to face me, and I take a moment to worship her with my eyes, letting them roam over every inch of her gorgeous body. I exhale. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” I say, the words slipping out like a reverent prayer.

Her eyes grow intense as she slides her hands up my abdomen, her touch sparking a fire in my veins. “Is that so?” she says, her voice soft and sensual. She pushes my shirt off, biting her bottom lip as her fingers drag down my torso, tracing each ridge of my abs. Her eyes follow the path of her touch as she takes her time mapping out my body. Her thumb dips into my waistband, and my breath becomes shallow, my heart pounding. She meets my gaze and smirks. “You’re not so badyourself.”

I chuckle, the sound low and rough as I press her against the wall, my hands grasping her hips. “Not so bad, huh?” I lean in so my lips brush against her ear. “I want to make you feel things no one ever has—drive you crazy, fuck you until you’re senseless with pleasure. You’ll be begging for more.”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “You talk a big game.” She grips my cock over my pants. “I hope you can deliver.”

I grip her ass, lifting her into the air as her legs wrap around me. “Is that a challenge?” I growl before claiming her mouth with mine.

“Yes,” she whispers against my lips.

I groan and set her down, grabbing her hands and pulling them up above her head, our fingers intertwining. We stare wildly into each other’s eyes, breathing hard. Grinning, I let out a soft laugh. “Fuck, Walker,” I say, kissing her forehead as her gorgeous smile spreads across her lips.

Keeping her hands locked with one of mine, I slowly trail a finger down her arm to her collarbone, and let it continue down to her tits, where I circle her nipple with my thumb, relishing her quiet moans as she arches toward me. I splay my hand over her boob, gently caressing it before sliding it down to her navel. She watches me with an intensity that makes my heart race. My fingers stop at the top of her panty line, toying with the fabric. Her breath catches, held in anticipation. My hand brushes over the lace as I gently tease her, making soft strokes with my fingers over the thin wet fabric, eliciting a gasp from her.

She arches into me, begging me with her body. “Leo,” she pleads, “more… God, stop torturing me.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, my hand hovering above her pussy, waiting for final consent.

She nods, her eyes full of lust. “Yes. I’m sure. I want this… I want you.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. My fingers dip into her panties and slide between her folds. She’s so wet and warm, it’s intoxicating.

She gasps. “Kiss me.”

Grinning wickedly, I whisper in her ear, “You’re soaking wet, love.” I plunge a long finger deep inside her and watch her lose control.

“Oh my God,” she moans as her hips move into me and her head falls back. God, I love how she responds to me. The way her body trembles, the sounds she makes—it provokes me all the more.

I release her hands. Her mouth crushing into mine as her hands swiftly move to my pants, frantically working to get them off as quickly as she can. She yanks them down, and I step out of them in a hurry.

I pick her up and move to the sofa, gently laying her down, hovering over her. The soft fabric of the cushions presses against my knees as I lean in. Our mouths meet again and again, desperate and unyielding, her breath warm against my lips. The faint scent of her perfume mingles with the fresh night air coming through the open window, creating a heady mix that makes my pulse race even faster.

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