Page 16 of Timeless Valentine

GRACE

By the time Leo and I put away the leftover Chinese food and curl up on the couch, I know it's time to face some important facts.

My feelings for him are out of control. Every time he touches me, a delicious prickle runs up my spine as my entire body begs for more.

I love the way he treats me. So caring and tender, not only listening to what I say, but also sensing what I'm afraid to say out loud.

I'm already falling in love with him. It's impossible for that to happen so quickly, but it's true. And I honestly think I could tell him that and he wouldn't run away.

As I snuggle against his chest, my hand tracing around his shoulder and arm, I realize that he's already seen me totally naked, and I haven't seen his body at all. Reaching down to the edge of his shirt, I begin slowly pulling it up his abs, then his ribs.

"Trying to tell me something?"

"Yes. I think it's my turn to see you naked and sprawled across my bed."

His chuckle is deep and sexy. "I was just thinking that I want a repeat of last night."

My heart swells. He really would be happy just giving and giving. Since I can't give him a lot of my time, I certainly want to give him my complete attention when I can.

Standing for a moment, I pull his shirt over his head, then sit back down again. My fingers reach out to caress his shoulders and thick, sculpted arms that have been hidden away in his well-cut suits.

He almost looks shy. "Yeah, I hit the gym to get rid of stress."

After a deep breath, I stand up again, taking his hand as we go to my bedroom alcove. With so much skin exposed, his body seems to take up the entire space.

As we stand toe to toe, Leo's hands move slowly, removing my clothing piece by piece. The way he unwraps me almost reverently, like an offering, makes my skin flush with excitement.

I want more than last night. I want everything.

By the time I'm naked, his hands caressing my skin everywhere, the decision is made. Reaching for the button of his jeans, my shaky hands are clumsy. He kisses me, taking over as he wriggles out of his pants. My hands skim tentatively along his hips, over the silky fabric of his boxer shorts.

Leo lifts me gently, placing me on the bed, then lying over me, his kisses taking on a new heat that makes my pulse flutter like a hummingbird.

"Grace." The whisper in my ear as his lips glide along my throat makes me tremble. "Do you want a repeat of last night? Or do you want more?"

Reaching down, I tug at the edge of his briefs, working my hand under to grab his perfectly firm ass. "More."

Lifting his head, he balances on his elbows as he examines my eyes. There's a tension there. As if he's struggling with something.

His eyes press closed as he exhales. "I know I should do the right thing and wait a few weeks, but I can't."

His hand slips between my legs as I gasp, his finger already finding my wetness. "I need you," he says simply. "Every last detail of your beauty is perfect. And I crave every single noise you make."

To illustrate his point, a thick finger slips into my pussy, as my head falls back with a gasp. Leo's smile is pure lust. "Is this where you want me?"

I nod, my breath catching as I whisper, "Yes."

I'm shaky and flustered, while he moves with calm certainty, slipping off his shorts, then reaching down into the pocket of his discarded pants to pull out a foil packet, setting it on the bed.

Then he settles between my thighs. My moan is loud and frantic from his first few hungry licks. He's already an expert on the texture of my skin, the sensitivity of my tingling little button.

It feels so good to place my body under his control. Everything about Leo is so caring and gentle that I trust him completely. That is what helps me let go, spreading my legs wider as his tongue and fingertips dance along my skin, finding every nerve ending.

My lower belly quivers, fingers clutching at the sheets as a deep trembling rattles right through me.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Let go. Let me hear it, gorgeous."

His sweet encouragement holds just the right amount of possessiveness. He wants my pleasure. He wants me to feel everything with him. I want it too.

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