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Blood roared in Leo’s ears, urging him to take everything Ella seemed to be offering, then take some more. His cock was painfully hard in his jeans, his muscles primed and his heart about to explode. If watching Ella sleep was an emotionally charged experience, then kissing her, touching her, loving her body with his, might end him.
But it would be worth it.
If she needed a physical release to help her get over Oliver, then Leo would be the man to give it to her. No-one else. There was no other person on earth who loved her more than he did. No-one he trusted more to worship her body and guard her heart like he could. And when she was done with him in the bedroom? He’d go back to being just a friend. Even if it killed him.
She tugged on his hand and he lay beside her, his free hand stroking down the side of her face to cup her jaw. Ella was so fucking beautiful it hurt. Like an angel had kicked him in the nuts, then throat-punched him till he couldn’t breathe.
Take it slow.‘Are you sure?’
She nodded and let go of his hand. Then reached down and palmed his cock.
‘Fu—aaahh!’ he cried incoherently, jerking away from her as the pleasure struck him like lightning. Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he willed his climax to recede, then took a ragged breath and dared himself to look at her again.
Her lips were parted, her face flushed with uncertainty as well as desire. ‘Areyousure?’ she asked hesitantly.
The question was so patently ridiculous he raised an eyebrow.
Her breathless laugh knocked down the final barrier of his restraint. Covering her body with his, he bracketed her head with his forearms and lowered his lips to hers. He was already raging with desire, but when her tongue stroked his, fire scorched a path to his cock, eviscerating everything in its wake. He was molten with heat, every part of him burning for her.
Spreading her legs, Ella wrapped them around the back of his, holding him tighter to him as their kiss intensified. There was nothing languid or gentle about it. Her fingers clutched his head as if holding on for dear life, her breath rapid and frantic.
Leo had never known passion like this. Love and lust crashing together like the meeting of two oceans. He was lost in pleasure, battered and turned inside out by it. But even as stars filled his head, warning of an oncoming blackout, he still wanted more.
Tearing his mouth from Ella’s, he kissed her jaw, then sucked and nipped down her neck as she writhed and panted in his arms. He wanted to worship every inch of her. Then do it again and again, until his love had seeped down to her bones.
Moving her hands from his head, she tugged the bottom of his t-shirt up. He sprang to his knees, ripped it over his head and threw it to the floor.
Ella stared at his chest, then licked her lips and swallowed. Leo had never felt prouder. More potent. More determined to give Ella anything and everything she wanted. He flexed, tightening every muscle, and was rewarded by the widening of her eyes, her pupils now so dilated they were dark lakes he wanted to dive into.
‘Washboard abs,’ she whispered.
Leo couldn’t think of anything to say in response. His breath was laboured as he watched her run her fingers across his skin, trailing fire in their wake.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she continued.
He shook his head. ‘You are. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.’
A beat passed, and her fingers stilled. Had he said the wrong thing? Moved too fast?
But then, before he could work out what to do next, she tore off her t-shirt, undid her bra and tossed it to the bed.
Leo’s mind stuttered to a stop.
He’d spent so many years fantasising about seeing Ella’s breasts that now it was actually happening, his brain couldn’t compute the reality or distinguish it from a fevered dream. Blood rushed from his head, making him dizzy with lust. His fingertips tingled and his cock throbbed.
Another look of uncertainty flickered in her expression, and he cursed himself.Get it together and be the man she deserves!
Reaching down, he drew circles around her breasts, each pass moving a little closer to the hard buds at the centre.
‘I need you to know,’ he began, his voice low and gravelly, ‘how much I’ve wanted this. And if I appear hesitant, then it’s just because I can’t believe I’m touching you like this.’
The flesh of her breasts tightened with goosebumps as her breathing quickened.
‘But if you want me to stop at any moment, just say. Promise?’
She nodded, her eyes glistening in the low light, then placed her hands over his, guiding them to the centre.
As he grazed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, she let out a little whimper. He rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, power and pleasure surging inside him with each soft cry she made. He was single-minded in his determination to learn exactly how to please her. How to drive her so wild with desire that it washisname on her lips when she came.
