Page 73 of Saved from Obsession

“Leo.“ She says my name in a throaty plea. Her clear blue eyes turn to a dark ocean blue, darkening with obvious need. She clutches at me, her nails lightly scraping the back of my neck, breasts pressing temptingly against my chest.

There’s no mistaking the look she’s giving me. Or mistaking the way her nipples are tightening into stiff little peaks, how her hips are slowly rotating against me, the flush of pink spreading across her cheeks. And I can’t ignore my arousal, heavy and throbbing already.

I’m aching for Georgia, so intense and all-consuming it feels like I might die if I don’t get inside her. But I’ve been controlling my rampaging libido this long—I can keep it up longer. Long enough to make sure she’s healed, long enough to make sure I don’t accidentally hurt her.

“We can’t,” I grit out, hating the words as I say them. As I try to carefully extricate myself from Georgia’s arms, I say, “It’s too soon, sweetheart. We need to wait.”

“No.“ Her arms tighten around me, tone defiant. “It’s been two weeks, Leo. Longer than that, because you came back here while I was still in Ballston Spa.”

My gut twists at the reminder. I hate thinking about those days when Ishouldhave been with her. Keeping her from being attacked, protecting her—

“Leo. Look at me.“ Her gaze is steady. “Stop thinking about that. We’ve talked about it already. I want to think aboutus. And all the things I’ve been fantasizing about for the last week.”

Her mouth slants over mine, nipping and tasting. Between kisses, she says, “Ineedto be close to you, Leo. I understand waiting before, I wasn’t up to it yet, but I’m feelingmuchbetter. And it’s the last thing I need to feel free. Like my life ismineagain.”

Her gorgeous eyes are staring at me pleadingly while she rubs her body over mine like a cat in heat. “Please, Leo. We can be careful. I just want to be with you. Feel you inside me.”

Damn. How can I say no tothat? Not to mention, feeling her body heating up against me, hearing her words, tasting her mouth—I’m rock hard andhe’sscreaming silently at me tosay yes already.

“You let me take care of everything.” Lifting Georgia into my arms, bridal style, I tell her sternly, “We’re going to be careful. Okay?”

“Yes, Leo.” A satisfied smirk teases her lips. “Whatever you say.”

“I should make a recording of that,” I mutter, drawing a small giggle from Georgia. As I lay her out on the bed, she reaches for me, but I gently push her back, raising her arms above her head. “Keep them there.”

Her eyes follow me, hot and hungry, anticipation turning them an electric blue. My voice roughens, and I meet her gaze. “You’re going to stay there and let me take care of you. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Her cheeks turn an even deeper pink and her breathing picks up speed. Her response is a breathless whisper. “Okay.”

First, I peel her pants off, sliding her yoga pants over her hips and down her toned legs, taking my time, letting my fingers trail along her skin as I go. The scrap of black lace follows, damp with Georgia’s excitement. Her tank top is last, tossed aside, landing on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Now Georgia is spread out like an offering, arms still above her head, breasts bare and rosy tipped, her legs slightly parted and waiting for me. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she watches me, her eyes darkening even further as impatience wars with curiosity.

But I don’t do anything at first, just stand at the end of the bed and take in this vision in front of me. Hair spread around her face like a halo, golden in the midmorning sun. Satin skin with the lightest dusting of freckles, curves blending with hints of muscle. And full, pink lips, parted as she waits in breathless anticipation.

“Leo…“ Her voice is soft, but strained. “Please.”

She’s not the only one desperate for this. I want to touch her all over, make love to her mouth, her breasts, the soft folds at the apex of her thighs. I want to feel her inner muscles tightening, rippling, convulsing around me, to hear her soft whimpers and cries as I send her over the edge.

And with those images in my mind, Idefinitelycan’t wait any longer.

Then, I brace myself over Georgia and taste all of her. First gentle, then kissing her deeply, pulling away only after my lungs are bursting. From there, I move from her neck to her breasts—nibbling and licking and sucking until her nipples are tight and swollen and she’s pushing into me.

When Georgia tries to grab for me—my hair, my face, my shoulders—I gently lower her arms back to the bed and remind her, “Don’t move.” She lets out a little huff of frustration each time, but her eyes are telling me she loves it.

My path of kisses moves down her soft belly and lower, to the junction of her thighs. Then I pull Georgia to the edge of the bed, kneeling between her legs and draping them over my shoulders. Now she’s exposed, wet, pink folds like a flower opening. She quivers before me, giving me the ultimate gift of trust and desire and need.

And I descend, sealing my mouth to her lips, tasting her excitement. I flick at her sensitive bundle of nerves with my tongue, pressing and sucking while her hips tremble against me. I findthatspot, the one I know will drive Georgia crazy, and suck hard. She cries out, a low, keening moan, and I can feel her muscles start to flutter around me.

Pressing my hand over her belly to keep her still, I keep going, completely caught up in Georgia’s taste, her scent, the softness of her skin, the sound of her breathy moans. Then she whimpers, “Please, Leo, I’m so close. But I want to feel youinsideme.”

My clothes are gone in seconds, flying across the room, and then I’m on the bed, bracing myself over her. I put her legs over my shoulders again, this time positioning myself at her entrance. With one hand, I hold both of hers above her head and her fingers twine around mine, nails lightly digging in.

I’m throbbing, thickening, so sensitive and tight and aching to sink in to the hilt. But I want to be gentle, careful, so I take my time, moving in languid strokes, the drag of her inner walls a torturous pleasure.

Reaching between us, I rub at her sensitive bud while I angle her legs to sink even deeper. Georgia moans, loud and throaty, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward me. Flicking my thumb faster, I can feel her trembling around me and with one last plunge, she’s exploding around me.

Then I put my hand under her hips and lift—this time I’m the deepest yet and the combination of muscles squeezing me and the drag of skin on skin and I fall—tumbling over the edge and after Georgia.

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