Page 71 of Wildcat
I open my eyes. “Perfect.”
He chuckles, and the mood shifts between us. It’s still hot and sexy, but it’s playful too. He licks the side of my face, and I squeal and retaliate by biting his neck. It’s like that for a while, but teasing and fun eventually bring out Leo’s domineering side. He pins my arms above my head with one large hand wrapped around my wrist. His mouth crushes mine, hips driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Dream girl,” he whispers, and it’s my undoing. I fall apart around him, and he picks up the pace as he chases his own release.
He’s beautiful as pleasure and bliss wash over him. His head drops and the loud, ragged breaths coming from him match mine. It’s the only sound for several moments. When he lifts his head and locks his stare on me, that playful side returns.
His mouth lifts on one side and then the other, as if he’s fighting his smile. “Ready for round two?”
“Wow.You weren’t kidding. This really is the worst driver’s license photo I’ve ever seen.” It’s Sunday morning, and I haven’t left Leo’s house yet. What can I say? I like the house. I like him too.
He reaches for the license, but I lean away from him on the couch and keep staring at it. His eyes are half-closed, making him look like he’s either high or half asleep, and there’s some sort of weird shadow going on that gives him a mustache.
He grabs me by the waist and hauls me close to him, then snatches it from my fingers. “I told you. I’m incapable of taking a good photo.”
“That’s not true. I got some good ones at the lake.”
His mouth pulls up into that half-smile that makes my stomach flip.
“Are you close with your parents?”
“Yeah.” He nods. They’re both retired now, so they travel a little, and I don’t see them as much as I’d like, but they make a few games each season.
“Do you go back home to visit them?”
“Not really,” he admits. “I was better about it when my sister still lived at home.”
“A sister. Just one sibling?”
“Yeah, just one. Mindy. She lives in San Francisco with her girlfriend. And you have one older sister, Cadence, right?”
“Good memory.”
“Yeah, after I was blindsided finding out you were my coach’s daughter, I did a little digging. I researched all of the coaches’ families. No more surprises.”
The front door opens, and a woman with dark hair pulled back in a long braid shuffles in carrying a stack of casserole dishes and dry cleaning over one arm.
Leo jumps up to help her. “Morning, Pam. This is Scarlett.”
Leo tips his head toward me, and I lift a hand awkwardly.
Pam waves after Leo takes the casseroles from her. “Nice to meet you, Scarlett. That’s a pretty name.”
“Pam keeps this place from looking like my college dorm room,” Leo says, falling back beside her. “She makes the best casseroles, and she picks up groceries and essentials for me, too. Hey, Pam?” he calls. “Can you get an extra toothbrush for Scarlett, so she’ll leave mine alone?”
My cheeks heat. Totally busted. I give him a murderous look. “Not necessary. I’m never staying over again.”
Leo wraps his arms around my waist and drops a kiss on my flaming hot cheek. “She absolutely is.”
An amused smile twists her lips as Pam heads upstairs.
“How did you know I used your toothbrush?” I ask with a sheepish grin. “I dried it off and everything.”
“It was on the wrong side of the counter.” He lifts his left hand. “I’m left-handed, babe.”
“I’m sorry, but you really should have spares lying around for this type of situation.”
“Thistype of situation?” He smirks like he has no idea what I’m talking about.Please.
