Page 34 of Arranged with Twins
“Like thinking I could keep you at arm’s length or believing this arrangement could stay purely business.” He rests his forehead against mine, and his breath wafts against my lips. “Like pretending I don’t want you every time I’m in the same room with you.”
The confession breaks all my careful restraint at once. “Leo...”
He kisses me before I can finish the thought, and I respond instantly, months of suppressed attraction exploding into something urgent and desperate. This isn’t the careful, public kiss from our early appearances together, or even our private kisses we shared earlier. This is raw, honest, and completelyinevitable, with a new urgency that is more obvious than our last time having sex.
When we break apart, both of us are breathing hard. “Are you sure about this?” he asks against my lips. “Because once we cross this line again?—”
“I’m tired of lines.” I cut him off, fisting my hands in his shirt. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this and don’t want you.”
That’s all the permission he needs. He lifts me easily, carrying me toward what I assume is his bedroom while I wrap my legs around his waist. The hallway seems endless, filled with tension and anticipation that makes my skin burn.
His bedroom is as impersonal as the rest of the apartment, with more expensive furniture, neutral colors, and nothing that reveals a thing about the man who sleeps here. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way he sets me down beside the bed and looks at me like I’m something precious and dangerous.
“Last chance.” His voice is strained with the effort of holding back. “We can stop here and go back to pretending this is just business.”
“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” I reach for his shirt, working at the buttons with urgent fingers. “I want this. I want you.”
He helps me with the buttons, shrugging out of the shirt and revealing the muscled chest I remember from our night together nine weeks ago. I explore the familiar territory, tracing scars and tattoos while he watches me with dark intensity.
“Your turn.” His voice is rough as he reaches for the zipper of my dress, drawing it down slowly while maintaining eye contact. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in black lace lingerie thatmakes his breath catch audibly. “Beautiful.” The word comes out with a hint of awe as he skims his hands over my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
“Have you?” I work at his belt, emboldened by the hunger in his voice. “What else have you been thinking about?”
“How you taste.” He bends his head to brush his lips against my neck, pressing hot kisses to my pulse point. “How you sound when you come, and how it felt to be inside you.”
His words send heat straight through to my pussy, making me arch against him as his mouth moves lower. When he reaches the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, he bites down gently, marking me in a way that’s both possessive and tender.
“I’ve been thinking about it too.” My confession comes out breathlessly as he works his way down to my collarbone. “Late at night, when I’m alone in my apartment, pretending I don’t miss the way you made me feel.”
The admission seems to snap his control. He lifts me onto the bed, following me down onto the expensive sheets while his hands and mouth map every inch of exposed skin. When he reaches my breasts, still covered by the black lace, he pauses to look up at me.
“This is in my way.” He traces the edge of the bra, making me shiver.
“Then take it off.” The words come out demanding, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his smile turns predatory.
The bra disappears with efficient skill, and then his mouth is on my breast, tongue circling my nipple while his hand cups theother. The sensation makes me cry out, arching my back off the bed as pleasure shoots into my mound.
“Sensitive.” He murmurs the observation against my skin before switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. “I like that.”
I can’t form words to respond. I’m too lost in the sensation of his mouth and hands claiming every inch of skin. When he starts kissing his way down my stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into my navel, I have to grip the sheets to keep from flying apart. “Leo, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, just that I need more.
“Please what?” He hovers just above the line of my panties, his breath hot against my skin. He breaths deliberately against my pussy, making me squirm. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything.” The word comes out desperate, honest. “I want everything.”
He strips away the last barrier between us, leaving my labia completely exposed under his hungry gaze. For a moment, he just looks at me, and I let my legs splay wider in invitation. He lets out a sound somewhere between a hiss and a groan as he stares at me.
“Perfect.” He almost whispers the word as he settles between my thighs, his shoulders spreading them wider still. He inhales my scent, and I release another wave of moisture in response.
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, and I lift my hips off the bed involuntarily. He holds me still with hands that are gentle but firm, taking his time to explore and taste while I fall apart beneath him. He builds my pleasure slowly, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention thathas me sobbing his name. He circles my clit with his tongue as he adds a finger, then two, pushing them into my channel and increasing my pleasure yet again. I’m lost completely, climbing toward a peak that feels almost too intense to bear.
“So close, aren’t you?” He chuckles knowingly, which vibrates against my sensitive flesh, making my clit pulse as I hover on the verge of climax. “Let go, Sienna.”
The command sends me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in a deluge that leaves me shaking and breathless. He doesn’t stop, drawing out my climax until I have to push him away, too sensitive to take more. It takes me several minutes to recover, and he waits patiently between my thighs, occasionally kissing my stomach. It seems oddly symbolic, though he doesn’t know about the baby.
In a bid to distract myself from those thoughts, and because I still want more with him, and to please him, I sit up. “You need attention too.” I sit up on shaking arms, reaching for him with hands that tremble slightly.
He lets me push him onto his back, watching with dark eyes as I explore his body with the same thorough attention he gave mine. I trace his tattoos with my tongue before pausing to explore his nipples. He really likes it when I bite him, emitting a sharp exhalation as I scrape my teeth over the tight bud.
