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And that’s when I realized.
“Fuck.” I pulled all the way out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Leah came up on her elbow, a confused frown on her face. “What is it?”
“Condom,” I muttered, reaching for the bedside table.
Her eyes clamped closed, and a curse of her own escaped her.
“I’ve got it,” I said, ripping open a packet and sliding the latex over my cock. My angry cock. Nothing should come between us, even the thinnest barrier. I needed to feel her, to have her feel me. But I also needed to protect her, always.
Fuck.
I slid back inside, glanced up to see Leah’s eyes glittering at me in the dark. “Okay?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, didn’t move. Then, “Putting it on now doesn’t mean we didn’t do something incredibly stupid.”
I planted my fists on either side of her ribs, leaning over her. Leah’s eyes went a little dazed at the pressure against her clit. “I know. I’m sorry.”
She tilted her pelvis, taking me deeper. “It’s on both of us, Remi, not just you.”
She was wrong about that, but I wasn’t going to argue with my cock screaming at me to move and Leah’s willing body lying beneath mine. Instead I came down over her, nuzzled the valley between her breasts. A small bite of one sweet curve drew a gasp from her lips. “Ready?”
Her knees tightened around me. “Holy hell, yes.”
A tight feeling hit my chest, took my breath. Trailing my tongue along the skin I’d just nipped, I spread my knees and slid a hand under Leah’s hips. The lift put her at just the right height for me to drive in all the way to the hilt. “Holy hell is right,” I whispered against her skin. Grasping her nipple between my teeth, I sucked hard. She arched into me as I rolled my hips back, then slammed inside.
Leah cried out. Groaned. Begged. Clawed my back, my ass, and demanded more, harder, faster. I gave her everything she needed, everything I had. It took way too long and not nearly long enough, but in the end we hit the peak together, shattering into what felt like a million pieces, scattered together on the sweaty silken sheets.
Arms tight around Leah’s body like I thought she’d disappear into thin air, I held her against me and struggled to breathe, to think. To pull myself back together. And when I had, I tilted her face up for my kiss and started all over again.
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Chapter Sixteen
Leah —
Remi barely let me sleep. Maybe that’s why, when he stirred, I did too. And groaned. I felt like I’d been carved out and left empty. Hit by a six-four, 260-pound storm that had battered me, body and soul. God knew I’d be walking funny when I finally got out of this bed.
Remi stretched behind me, then curled around my back. “You okay?”
I was never going to be okay again; I’d known that from the very first kiss. “Sure.”
“Liar.” His palm flattened on my lower stomach, pulling another groan from me. “Don’t lie to me, Leah. Not after last night.” The words sounded disappointed, like he’d expected more. But he didn’t wait around for me to answer. Moving toward his side of the bed, he said, “I’ll run a bath for you.”
I wanted to tell him not to bother, wanted to deny how he’d affected me—emotionally and physically—but I couldn’t. He was right; he’d given me too much of himself last night. The least I could do was give him the truth. “Thank you, Remi.”
“Sure.”
A long soak in the tub did help ease the sore muscles. It also gave me time to inventory the marks on my body: love bites on my breasts, red swollen nipples, finger marks on my hips, my inner thighs. I’d have to check my neck when I got out. As much as Eli’s teasing nature helped lighten the mood sometimes, I felt too raw, too vulnerable for anyone to know about this. I needed time.
The one thing I didn’t really have today. Because we were going after Brooke in a few short hours. Remi had promised.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, breakfast was well underway. Stealing myself, I walked up to the stove where Remi was flipping pancakes. “Hey.”
He paused, his gaze taking me in from the raised collar of my plaid button-down—there had definitely been a hickey—to my sweaty palms rubbing up and down my jean-clad thighs. “Hey.” He finished flipping the rest of the pancakes, laid down the spatula, and then I was in his arms.
“Good morning,lev sheli.” He breathed the words against the sensitive skin just below my ear.
