"As much as I'd love to spend the day here with you, I need to go meet the guys."
I hold onto him tighter, loving the feeling of his hot and hard body beneath me.
A smile curls at his lips when he realizes that I'm holding on tighter.
"You're making it really hard to leave."
"Pun intended?"
He throws his head back and laughs. "Oh, Red. You've got no idea."
My stomach somersaults as wild thoughts begin to flash through my mind.
"Stop it," he growls, rolling me onto my back and staring down at me.
"I didn't do anything," I say innocently.
"I can read your thoughts, and they're wicked."
I gasp when his hand slips under his shirt that I’m wearing and finds my bare breast.
"Oh God."
He lowers his lips to my ear.
"Later," he whispers.
"Is that a promise?"
"Damn right it is. I want to watch you come, over and over."
My thighs squeeze together at the prospect.
"And, I really want to taste you."
My breath catches at his words.
"You want that, Red? You want to see my head between your thighs as I enjoy just how sweet I already know you're going to be."
"Leon." His name was meant to be a warning but it comes out sounding anything but.
"You're going to get me in trouble, Red." His lips find mine again before I press my palms against his chest and push him back, albeit lightly.
"Go. You should go."
Reluctantly, he stands and takes two huge steps back from the bed, almost all of his body on display and what little fabric he does have covering him really doesn't do all that much to conceal him.
My temperature soars as I stare at the bulge.
"You're not making it easier," he mutters, reaching for his pants and tugging them up his legs, standing before me as if he's waiting for something.
"W-what?" I stutter, dragging my eyes up to his smug face.
"You're wearing my shirt."
I look down at myself. "Oh."
"I mean, I can go like this if—" he offers, reaching out as if he's going to leave right now.