Page 46 of Sass

His mouth curved up in a wicked smile, and then his lips sank down onto mine, and after two long years, Leon was finally fucking kissing me. I almost sobbed with relief.

Warm, full, and firm against my mouth, he kissed me like he meant it, groaning as he circled his arms around my waist and gathered me close. He bent his knees, cradled my arse in those big fucking hands, and lifted me up, his hard cock sliding alongside mine, andoh god, yes. Hell to the fucking yes.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue alongside his to plunge deep into his mouth, desperate to taste. He tasted of sugar and oranges and coffee, and a whole lot of promise. And at the first touch of my tongue, he groaned and carried me into the flat, kicking the door shut before making his way through the kitchen and down the short hall to the bedroom where he laid me down. I scooted up the bed, dismissing the slight queasiness still circling my belly, because who the hell cared about that when a man like Leon was about to fuck me to kingdom come?

Or was he?

Because right then he was standing at the side of the bed, staring at me like he might be having second thoughts.

“Leon?” I asked cautiously.Please don’t walk away.

But he just smiled. “You are so fucking gorgeous, and I’ve dreamed about this for so long that I don’t even know where to begin.”

Oh.My heart thumped helplessly in my chest. Guys didn’t say that shit to me. They didn’t look at me like I was some kind of gift from heaven. I grabbed his hand and tugged. “Come on. Let’s do this.”

His eyes clouded and he shook his head. “Wait up a minute. I think I need to be clear about something.”

I arched a brow. “Rules, Leon?”

His lip twitched. “No, not rules. I’m up for pretty much anything. But if I only get to have you in my bed this one time—” He shot me a pointed look. “—we arenotgoing to rush this. I’ve thought about being with you for over two years, and I intend to enjoy every damn second. Do we have an understanding?”

Well, shit.A flush of warmth ran through my body, and I nodded wordlessly, because what the fuck did you say to something like that? I was more accustomed to, “fuck, you’re hot” or “man, look at your arse,” or “you’re a great lay” as whoever it was walked out the door, or as I did; take your pick.

But Leon’s heartfelt determination to enjoy me left me caught between feeling incredibly touched and thinking I should run for the hills while there was still time. Mostly because I wanted to hear a whole lot more of it.

“Fine,” I eventually rasped, not trusting myself to say any more, and Leon practically beamed.

I thought again about stopping the madness in its tracks, but then Leon pulled his shirt over his head, and holy mother of God and sweet Jesus on a bicycle, wild horses had zero chance of dragging me out of that bed.

The man was a six-foot-six tank of kaleidoscopic ink over olive-skinned muscle with nothing remotely gym about any of it. And I was down for every glorious millimetre of that particular action headed my way.

An entire forest covered his torso and arms. Trees, birds, animals, and even a small angel above his heart, all playing peek-a-boo behind a mass of chest hair that was just begging for my tongue to part it right down the middle between those dark, pierced nipples. I groaned, imagining the feel of them on my tongue. I loved piercings. Too chicken to get my own but I loved them none the less.

And below Leon’s chest lay a wonderland of soft welcoming belly and a happy trail that was more of a six-lane highway. It disappeared under the waistband of his comfy jeans, which hung temptingly from his hips. A sharp breath in the right direction might see those suckers on the floor.

Enthralled by the sight, for a few seconds I could do nothing but stare. He might’ve irritated the fuck out of me, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t lusted over every square inch of that rocking body. And if sometimes it had been Leon I’d imagined slamming into me instead of some random swipe right or hook-up, well, that was nobody’s business but my own. A flicker of nerves rolled through me. Leon lived up to everything I’d imagined. But would I do the same for him?

“Like what you see?” he asked in a joking voice, but with a flicker of concern that let me know I wasn’t the only nervous one in the room.

“Like?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Jesus, Leon. You’re all my fucking fantasies and then some. But you’re also way too far away. So, how about you ditch those jeans you’re wearing... slowly.” I crooked my finger at him. “And then come here. I want to explore.” I perched on my elbows to watch.

He popped the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down, and just as I thought, they fell straight off to puddle around his ankles on the floor. And damn, I was pretty sure my eyes bugged out of my head. The man was commando which was enough of an excuse but that wasn’t the only reason.

Leon was... huge, like “put the rest in a doggy bag and I’ll take it home for later” huge. I gaped unattractively and then licked my lips, because how in the hell could you not? Man, oh man, that had been worth the wait.

I croaked something unintelligible, cleared my throat, and tried again. “Jesus Christ, Leon. Get that thing over here. I might need to take out a mortgage to cover my medical expenses after you’re done drilling me with that.”

He flushed all kinds of red and looked suddenly concerned. “Is... is that what you want? Me to fuck you? Cos I can go either way. I know I’m a lot—”

“Shut the fuck up and come here.” I scooted onto my back and waved him over. “And hell yeah, I want that sucker inside me. My mamma didn’t raise no quitter. Although I have to say, I haven’t been fucked by a dick with its own postcode before, so we’re definitely gonna need a lot more lube than the tiny packet I carry in my wallet.”

Leon took a detour to the bedside table and threw a large tube of lube on the bed. “Will that do?”

I glanced at the tube and grinned. “It’s a start. I was negative three weeks ago. I always suit up, but there’s been one or two since, so if you don’t want to do this—”

“I do want,” he interrupted. “I tested negative four months ago. No one since.” His neck stained red, and I almost swallowed my tongue.

“Four months?” I shook my head and tsked. “As hot as you are, that’s a fucking crime.”

---