Page 104 of Leashed

“Bo,” she hushed with a lot less conviction, drawing in a sharp breath as he pushed his thigh up against her heated core.

Tugging on her lower lip with his teeth, he darted his tongue into her mouth and pulled back. “I slayed a dragon for you, Sage. You gotta give me something. At least tell me I’m hotter than my brothers.”

“I’m gonna give you a beatdown for scaring me like that,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he nibbled his way to her ear. “Don’t ever do anything stupid like that again.”

He slid his hands under the shirt that looked way more incredible on her than it ever had on him. “You intending to be around for the next dumbass move?” he asked, distracted by the softness of her skin under his fingers as they inched up the smooth expanse of her back. “Because I’m really good at doing stupid shit.”

“I’m intending to be around for all of them.” She sighed, her hips finally grinding against his thigh without his guidance.

He cupped one breast in his palm, grazing his thumb over the taut peak and earning a breathy whimper cut far too short for his liking. “You are, are you?” he whispered into her ear, reveling in the shudder that ran through her body and into his hands. “What, you have a crush on me or something?”

He knew he was fishing, but dammit, he’d earned the right to toss his line out.

“Such a crush,” she moaned, her body tensing up against him as she dropped her forehead back to his chest and stopped the movement of her hips sending rhythmic waves of lust straight to his dick.

Frowning, he pushed off the wall and limped her backward to his room, the loss of her heat on his leg forgotten when she kept her head down, her fingers skimming the sensitive skin of his ribs and staying safely away from the towel quickly losing its grip on his hips. “You aren’t going all shy on me now, are you, Little Mouse?” he breathed into her ear, flicking his tongue against the lobe before catching it between his teeth. “We can stop.”

He was well aware his nudging her toward the bed probably wasn’t meshing with his words, but he wasn’t a hundred percent certain he had the energy or balance to remain on his feet much longer. Spinning her around, he released her, dropped onto the bed, and leaned back on his elbows. “This looks familiar.”

Her cheeks pinked, her eyes flicking to the dresser where the collar Dio always snapped around him sat.

Along with the leash.

The image of her wrapping it around her delicate wrist flashed through his head and he could almost feel the gentle tug of the collar against the back of his neck.

His body responded instantly and he adjusted the towel so she wouldn’t be too freaked out.

Or more freaked out, judging by the way her fingers were nervously twisting the shirt’s hem.

“Wanna put it on me?” he asked playfully, partially hoping to break the rising tension and partially hoping she’d say yes. When she covered her face in her hands and shook her head, he grinned. “Come on, Sage. You wielded it like a pro.”

He could see her blush deepen through her fingers.

But he also caught her sharp inhale and the subtle squeezing of her thighs.

“Oh, wow.” She sighed into her hands before pushing them back through her hair, fisting it tightly. “I’m so out of my league here.”

He sat up and took hold of the shirt’s hem, pulling her between his legs before he inched it up and ran his tongue along the band of her underwear. “Damn right. Leagues above me,” he muttered into her skin. “And here I am yanking you down into my scuzzy level of debauchery and sin without giving it a single thought because…because…fuck.” She was slipping the shirt off, distracting him with a set of breasts that had him stammering like a whelp. “Because fuck.”

“Eloquent.”

“I’m still working on my vocabulary,” he murmured, yanking her down on top of him as he zeroed in on his targets, palming one while running his tongue over the pink peak of the other. Her breathing sped up when he became more insistent, his need to taste every inch of her starting to take hold. But when his teeth grazed her nipple and she tensed, he froze. “No?”

The hands that had been exploring his chest and tickling his ribs stopped their deliciously slow assessment of him and she smiled down at him. “No, no, it’s okay.”

He’d seen that smile before, when she was going along with something to avoid an argument.

He moved to nibble at her breast again, watching her reaction and pulling back when she appeared to be steeling herself. With the flick of his tongue instead, he lay back and put his hands behind his head. “This isn’t gonna happen if you lie to me.”

Her jaw dropped. “I don’t lie to you.”

“Just did. If you don’t like teeth, say ‘hey Bo, stop with the teeth.’ Not ‘it’s okay.’ Smack me with a rolled-up newspaper if you want. But don’t fucking lie.”

Those damn arms wrapped around herself again and she looked at the wall behind him for a moment before crawling up on the bed beside him and lying down, bunching his blanket in front of her to cover her body.

He really missed the view.

But there was a big difference between willing and enthusiastic, and he wasn’t about to screw this up by mistaking what she was willing to do with what she was craving to do.

So he lay still and watched her watch him.

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