Page 19 of Sin Bin Daddies
His jaw flexes. “Got it the night I was drafted into the NHL. First thing I ever really fought for.”
Something dark flickers in his gaze, but I don’t push. Instead, I lean forward and lick over the tattoo, pressing a kiss against it.
His gray eyes darken immediately. “Hermosa,” he breathes, hands sliding under my shorts, tracing the back of my thong.
I move against him, gasping as his fingers press into my skin.
“You’re wildly sexy,” he murmurs, lips skimming my jaw. “I’ve been thinking about peeling these shorts off you since I saw you.”
My stomach flips, heat pooling low.
He moves fast, lifting me up and setting me on my feet.
“Take them off,” he orders.
I suck in a breath, then reach for the button, shoving them down my legs.
Leo watches, tongue flicking over his bottom lip. His hands grip my waist as he pulls me toward the sofa again, his touch firm, possessive.
My breath hitches as he guides me down, his body hovering over mine, heat radiating between us.
He kneels between my legs, dark eyes dragging over me like he’s memorizing every inch. Slowly, he slides his hands down my thighs, spreading me open.
“Hold your panties aside for me,” he murmurs, voice thick with hunger.
A rush of heat floods me. My fingers tremble as I obey, baring myself to him.
“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, his gaze locked between my legs, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
Then he leans in and licks.
A sharp gasp rips from my lips, my back arching off the sofa. His tongue traces a path over my clit, teasing, tasting, before dragging lower, parting me with his mouth.
He groans against me, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. His tongue circles my clit before flicking over it, again and again, every stroke making me tremble.
“Leo—” I gasp, my hips jerking.
He grips my thighs tighter, holding me down as he devours me, sucking my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips before dragging his tongue through my slick heat.
A wicked smirk plays at his lips. “So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, his breath hot against me.
Then his fingers slide through my arousal, teasing my entrance before sinking inside, stretching me as his mouth works me relentlessly.
I shudder, overwhelmed, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. His fingers curl, pressing against that spot inside me, and I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, desperate for more.
“Hold your legs apart for me,” he orders.
I do, my thighs shaking. He gazes up, locking his eyes onto mine as he flicks his tongue over my clit again, his fingers pumping into me at a steady, torturous rhythm.
My release slams into me, a broken moan spilling from my lips as I shatter beneath him.
But he doesn’t stop.
Leo presses a lingering kiss to my inner thigh, his tongue flicking over my skin, making me shiver. His weight shifts as he moves up my body, pressing me into the cushions, his bare chest hot against mine.
His lips find mine, his tongue teasing past my lips. I taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.
His fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down my legs, his touch possessive. I don’t even have time to feel exposed before his sweats are on the floor and he’s stroking his thick length. The sight makes my breath stutter.
