Page 12 of One Night with the Player

As he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tangled my fingers in his hair. He carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. His giant hands caressed my body as he kissed his way down my neck, his hot breath sending shivers straight down my spine.

I let out a moan as Leo’s lips found their way to my collarbone. He paused there to trace circles along my exposed skin with his tongue. His hands roamed my body, taking in every curve and dip, making me feel wanted in a way I never had before. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, urging him to take me.

Leo pulled back slightly, looking down at me with a hunger in his eyes that matched my own. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I nodded, my eyes locked on his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Make me yours.”

His long fingers expertly unbuttoned the shirt I’d thrown on over my sports bra. I let out a gasp as his lips found my nipple through the fabric.

“We need to get this off.” His fingers fumbled with the straps.

I laughed at his awkward attempt and lifted the bra up and over my head. Before I could lie back on the bed, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, circling the tight bud, teasing me with his tongue. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, wanting more.

His cock pressed against my leg through his pants. Knowing he wanted me just as much as I wanted him made me even hotter for him.

“Take it off,” I commanded, tugging at his shirt.

He complied, slowly teasing me with his deft fingers, undoing the buttons. When he was done, he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and pulled the tight white tee he had on underneath over his head, revealing a body that was chiseled and toned, every muscle perfectly defined.

I pressed my hands against his chest, my fingers sliding across his smooth skin. I couldn’t resist running my hands along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. I'd imagined this moment so many times, but being with him now was so much better than my dreams. He shuddered slightly at my touch. Knowing I had the power to affect him like that made my head spin.

As I reached down to undo his belt buckle, Leo stopped me, his eyes locked on mine. “No,” he said, his voice firm. “This is about you. It’s your night.”

“It’s our night,” I said.

He took my hand again, smiling slightly. “We’ll get to all of that, Luscious. Right now, I need you to stand up.”

I did as he asked, and he pulled my pants down my legs, sliding them off slowly, letting his fingers trail against my skin as he did. Then he eased me back onto the bed, following me down until I was lying on my back. Just looking at him, my breath caught in my throat. His tousled hair, that mischievous grin, his lean, muscular form, the emotion in his eyes—it was all so overwhelming.

“We have the whole night,” he whispered in my ear. “And I plan on enjoying every single second of it.”

“But the reunion…”

“I never said we wouldn’t take a break.” Leo smiled, then dipped his head and trailed kisses down my body, starting at my shoulder and moving down. His mouth captured my breast, teasing my nipple to a peak, then switching to the other side until I squirmed underneath him.

When I didn’t think I could take any more, he kissed a path down to my navel, then he started back up again. I was on the brink of release, but he intentionally kept his mouth away from my most sensitive areas. I moaned in frustration. I was dying to feel his mouth where I needed it the most.

“Leo, please,” I pleaded with him. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

My need seemed to spur him on. He continued to tease, but a little faster, until I hovered right on the edge. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he dipped his chin and circled my clit with his tongue.

I cried out as my orgasm crashed through me. Leo slid his arm under my ass and held me against his mouth until my release left me boneless and drained. Then he let my hips drift back down to the bed and brought his mouth to mine, kissing me until the taste of my own desire mingled with his. I never wanted to forget this moment.

As if he could read my mind, he pulled away and sat up on his knees. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a foil packet. I smiled as he tore it open with his teeth and then rolled it on. Desire overcame me, knowing what he was about to do to me—and that I’d finally have all of him. Forever.

“Now.” He smiled as he reached my inner thigh, and I could barely breathe. His finger slipped inside me, and my back arched with pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered as he pushed his finger deeper inside, crooking it just so, as he worked me. He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me again as he thrust his finger in and out, over and over, until I was so close to another orgasm, I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Then he stopped.

“Leo,” I moaned, my eyes locked on his. “Please.”

“You want me to stop?” he teased.

I shook my head, my hands sliding down his chest, trying to pull him back to me. I needed him. I needed him inside me now.

“Say it,” he said, his voice low. “Tell me what you want.”

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