Page 46 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?

Leo doesn’t miss my futile attempt. “Like what you see, Chai?” he drawls, his voice dripping desire. His dangerous eyes trap mine, a sexy smirk lifting that cracked corner of his lips. “I bet looking isn’t the only thing you wanna do though.”

My mind shorts. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I lunge at him, ravenous. I want him. I want him and I don’t care if I’m gonna go crazy the moment I taste him.

His eyes go wide for a split second, as if he hasn’t expected my actions. But he recovers quickly and grabs me by the forearm as I’m about to reach him, shoving me against the wall. My back collides with it and a tinge of pain travels down my spine. But I don’t care. Because I have hold of Leo, too.

Baring my teeth at him, I pull him in by the collar of his tank top, crashing his body and mouth into mine.

He moans and goes feral.

His tongue meets mine as we both open our mouths in search of each other. It’s hot and greedy, licking its way past my teeth as I try to do the same so I can explore him. His mountain scent is part of his taste too, mixed with pineapple.

He must’ve found my stash of candy in the car.

My hand is trapped between us, but I use my free one to grab the back of his neck and force him even closer. He groans, shoving his tongue deeper in my mouth. It’saggressive and dominant, chasing mine as if his life depends on it and he will die if he doesn’t taste every inch of me.

I can’t get enough of his desperation, of the need pouring off him. My body vibrates, experiencing the kiss with every cell I possess. His hands come up to my face, clasping my head and keeping it where he wants it so he can continue pillaging my mouth.

I’m painfully turned on, the sensation threatening to drive me crazy as I feel more of his body. Everything is hard muscles and sharp angles. Strength and power. The curves and the softness are minimal. He’s a man like me, and that somehow makes everything feel even better. More dangerous, more titillating, more perfect.

Shivers leave no inch of me untouched, and once I fully give him control of the pace, his hands start to roam. They slide down my sides to my ass, groping it like they own it. I moan, feeling his neck vibrate with the sound of my pleasure.

“You like this?” he growls, slowing down the kiss to nip along my lips. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

His words almost derail me. I take a gulp of air, trembling as his hands keep kneading my ass. I like it. And I suspect I’ll like anything else that he does.

“What do you think?” I press my erection against his, shivering with delight when I find him equally hard.

He grins, following the curve of my jaw with his lips. I feel the smile against my skin. “You are so fucking sexy, Chai,” he says when his mouth latches on the side of my neck.

Spreading my ass, he drags his fingers along the crease while rolling his hips. I suck in a breath and joinin, humping against him so I can feel more of that sweet friction.

“Shit,” he rasps, eyes gleaming. “Are you wearing a thong?”

“Yes.”

He presses his fingers harder, rubbing along my hole through my pants. “Fuck. You’re killing me.”

It feels good, but it could be even better. Craving his taste, I grab his hair and force him to look up, smashing my mouth against his.

He grunts, a little surprised. I coax him to open for me, sliding my tongue past his lips. His hands let go of my ass and find the buttons of my shirt. I help him out as I lick around his mouth, unable to get enough of him.

His taste is intoxicating. I’m addicted already. I need to stop this. I need to end it before it’s too late. But I can’t. Because I need more. I need all of him, naked on that bed so I can claim every inch I haven’t already.

Grabbing his shoulders, I force him off me. I’m heaving, my bare chest rising and falling too quickly. He watches me, his eyes dark with lust that threatens to steal the last of my sanity.

No one has ever made me feel like a livewire the way Leo does. No one riles me up like he does without even trying to. A smile or even a look my way is enough for that annoyingly sweet hum to spread, to make my world narrow down to him.

“Why aren’t you naked?” I demand, licking my lips as I zero in on his bulge.

He grabs it with one hand, shooting me a one-sided smirk. “Why don’t you get me naked?”

I approach him, forcing him to walk back until we reach the bed. I push him down, then slip out of my shirt,dropping it on the floor. I pull his tank top over his head, discarding it next while also undoing my belt and zipper. Taking a moment to appreciate his physique, I drag my fingers along his defined abs, the dips and peaks prominent. His chest is equally impressive, though what catches my attention are his hard nipples.

I flick one then twist it, making him groan. His low, growly voice reverberates through me, making my ass clench and my cock beg to be freed.

“What happened to getting me naked, Chai?” he whines when I keep rubbing his nipples, desperation oozing off him.

“I like taking my time.”

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