Page 56 of Love Bleeds Red
“I should come up with a better list of requests if it’s that easy,” I said with a laugh.
He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
Almost like he summoned it with his words, a firefly fluttered close enough for him to catch in his cupped hands. We watched it glow between the cracks of his fingers, but when I looked up, Leon’s gaze was fixed on me.
“What is it?” I asked, rubbing my hand across my forehead. “Do I have something on my face?”
He opened his palm and released the firefly into the night, keeping his eyes on me. “You’re like them, you know. Beautiful and peaceful, lighting up everything around you without even trying. Except I’d never want to catch you or put you in a jar. That would take away how amazing it is to watch you dance around, bringing your glow to the rest of the world. Not because you feel obligated to, but because it’s who you are. I’m happy to sit back and be awed by your presence. So fucking lucky.”
“Leon… I don’t even know what to say to that. I…” Tears sprang at the corner of my eye, as he pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t need words, the way my lips met his, my tongue sliding between his teeth, carefully tasting him, said everything I was thinking. I sucked his bottom lip, until he moaned against my mouth. And God, my body was electric.
His hands roamed over my back, gliding up into my hair so he could angle my face and deepen the kiss. I touched him greedily, losing the timidness I usually felt. Under his shirt, smoothing along the ridges of his abs. He was so hot, I felt like I was dreaming.
“Bailey,” he groaned as I slid my fingers over his nipple. I did it again, this time pinching gently. “Fuck.”
He rolled us, so I was flat on my back and he hovered over me, taking in my flushed cheeks and the quick rise and fall of my chest. I watched as he caught his breath, loving the effect I had on him. It made me bold enough to raise my hips, seeking out the friction I needed.
“Please,” I whispered.
His eyes seemed to darken as he took me in. Full of as much want and need as I was. His jaw clenched tight like he was trying to fight some internal battle and failing.
“Christ,” he said, his voice rough. “You have no idea what you do to me. How fucking beautiful you are right now.”
His thumb slowly traced along my bottom lip. I swear his hand trembled slightly, like touching me was almost too much, like he was overwhelmed by whatever he was feeling.
“I want to memorize every inch of you,” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips, then my jaw. “Is that okay?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak coherent words.
He took his time, kissing along my neck, pausing to suck gently until I gasped. He moved lower, pressing kisses to my collarbone through the fabric of his sweatshirt. When his hands found the hem, he looked up at me questioningly.
“Yes,” I breathed, and all traces of nervousness evaporated.
He lifted the sweatshirt over my head, and for a moment he just stared, like he was trying to burn the image of me like thisinto his memory. Then his mouth was on my skin, kissing and tasting his way down my body in a way that was nothing short of worship.
“So perfect,” he murmured against me. “So fucking perfect.”
My entire body was on fire, pulsing, thrumming with need. And when he reached the top of my jeans, I didn’t wait for him to ask. My hands were there, unbuttoning, tugging them as far down as I could. “Leon, please…”
I don’t even know what I was asking for, just something to quell the aching need. One touch and I’d be over the edge.
He pulled my pants all the way off, taking his time as his hands glided along my thighs, planting a slow path of kisses along my hip bones. I was about to start begging when he finally drifted a finger over my center, so light I barely felt the touch.
“You soaked these panties for me, Firefly. Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”
Another slow pass of his finger, barely lingering over my clit. I moaned, not giving a shit if I sounded as desperate as I felt. My heart hammered against my ribs, every nerve ending screaming for release.
“I’m thinking about how sweet you’ll taste when you come for me.”
“Please,” I begged again. His expression looked raw, almost pained, as he rolled his lip ring between his teeth and slipped hisindex finger into the seam of my panties. I gasped again, trying to hold still, but failing miserably. He took his time, watching my face as he decided exactly how he wanted to unravel me.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled the fabric to the side. “Fuck,” he whispered, and swallowed hard as he drunk me in. “I’ve been dreaming about this, about you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Finally, he slid a finger between my soaked folds, and stroked my clit gently. “Oh God, Leon, please.”
He brought his finger to his lips and slid it into his mouth, like he was savoring the taste while torturing us both with anticipation. “So fucking sweet.”
He lowered himself until his face was just inches from my center. I’d never felt so desired before, so completely needed.
