Page 116 of Winning Brynn

Chapter Thirty-six

Brynn

Leo’s breath is warmagainst me as he laves his tongue over my nipple. My bare, overheated skin is bathed in goosebumps, though it has less to do with the draft drifting in through the cracked bedroom window, and everything to do with having Leo’s mouth on my body.

His hand trails ever so slowly over my other breast, then down my abdomen, the tips of his fingers teasing viciously across my pubic bone.

I squirm, trying to shift his hand lower and get him to touch me where I really need it. It does nothing but make him chuckle.

“Please.”

Still, he doesn’t relent. His fingers continue their torturous ministrations, his mouth on my breast driving me wilder and wilder, until I start to shake from frustration.

I’m laid out like a sacrifice beneath him, spread open, and dripping onto his expensive linen sheets. He’s killing me slowly, prolonging every lick and touch and caress until I think I might actually die from the anticipation.

I gasp when he drags his teeth over my nipple, keen when he soothes the bite with his tongue, and whine like a bitch in heat when his touch descends the slightest distance closer toward my clit before stopping.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

If he won’t touch me where I need it, then he can give me the next best thing.

His lips find mine, which part for him instantly, as his hand winds its way into my hair. Fuck. I’ll never get used to the way this man kisses me. Like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than covering my body with his own and sliding his tongue against mine. Like there’s nothing better on this earth than the taste of my mouth and the way we melt into each other.

He kisses me like he loves me.

I arch into him, digging my nails into his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Leo, I need you.”

He draws back to look at me. Cupping my cheek in his large hand, he strokes his thumb back and forth across my lips as his half-moon eyes stare into mine. “I need you too, Brynn. I’llalwaysneed you.”

“Then show me.”

I’m hypersensitive and desperate for stimulation. But more than that, above the excruciating ache for release throbbing in my core, I need him. Leo. As close to me as two people can get. So close that it’s impossible to tell where he ends and I begin.

Finally, he shows me mercy.

Slipping his hand between us, he positions himself at my entrance and spears himself home.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice rough and smoky. “This is all I’m ever going to want, Brynn. You are all I’m ever going to need. Just this. Just us. Just our family.”

A tear wells in the corner of my eye and rolls silently down my cheek. It’s not one of sadness, though, but one of relief.

I’ve spent the last four days grieving for the loss I thought was coming, preparing myself to say goodbye to Salem and the man I’ve fallen in love with. I was going to quit. The letter of resignation I wrote the night before last is hidden in the bottom of my purse, and I was planning to give it to him after his game tomorrow night.

Not because I wanted to leave, but because I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear him asking me to leave himself.

He’s not going to do that, though. I know that now.

The tear runs down my throat and pools in the dip of my collarbone. I feel it there, the cool draft blowing against it, until Leo buries his face in my neck and brushes it away with his lips. He doesn’t mention it, just licks away the saltwater with his hot tongue as his hips continue to pulse between my legs.

He takes me in deep, slow strokes. Following the trail the tear had taken, he peppers kisses up my neck until he’s kissed away all the evidence that it had ever even existed at all.

“Mine.”

The word sends shivers across my body, forcing me to grip him tighter, to hold him closer to me. His hips roll, the muscles in his back contracting with every long thrust, and I drag my fingernails over them until he’s groaning into my neck.

“Yours,” I gasp.

The declaration switches something inside of him. With a feral sound, he attacks my mouth with his own, tangling his tongue with mine as his hips begin to work faster.

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