"I’m in a sheet," she blinks rapidly.
"Yes, but we could remedy that." I start to drag it off when she suddenly steps away.
Her face is shocked as she says, "I just met your only family in a sheet."
"It’s just Erica. And don’t be too embarrassed. I accidentally tried to cop a feel of your sister the first time I met her. I think that might be worse." I wink and she starts laughing.
"COME ON." Leo leads me to his overstuffed office chair.
When he sits down, he pats his leg for me to join him. I drag up my sheet, but he stops me.
"No more sheet. It’s just me and you now."
"You’re wearing clothes," I inform him, wondering when he got dressed.
"Really? We’re still doing the tit-for-tat?" he asks then sighs before pulling his shirt over his head.
I once again catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his side. I’m dying to ask who Liv is, but tonight is definitely not the time. I’ve already shown way more than enough crazy for one night.
As I slowly let the sheet sag, exposing my breasts, Leo lets out an appreciative breath through parted lips. I can’t help but remember how it felt only hours ago when those lips covered my nipples and his hand teased my clit. My stomach flutters, wanting nothing more than to feel him again. It must read on my face, because his eyes immediately heat.
"I have to make a phone call, but I want you straddling my lap while I do it."
Like I’m going to say no to that. "Okay."
Holding the sheet tight around my waist, I climb onto his lap, settling right on top of his surprisingly hard cock. It’s good to know I’m not the only one turned on here.
Leo closes his eyes and sucks in a long breath, which I feel over my entire body. Just this small connection and I don’t feel like a wreck anymore. I don’t feel embarrassed by my earlier jealousy or even nervous that, one day, he’s going to find out about my past. With Leo, I’m safe and sexy, but most of all, I’m just me. After too many years of not even knowing myself, I don’t feel the struggle when I’m in his arms. I know Leo…and that might just be enough. At least for tonight.
For the next few minutes, Leo is on the phone. His hands constantly slide over my breasts. He calls Slate Andrews and informs him that the security gate at his house is broken and Erica was afraid. I can hear Slate cussing at Leo over the line, but it’s obvious to even me that he respects Leo and is only worried about his wife. It’s an undeniably romantic response, but the real romance comes when Leo makes his move. Just before the two men hang up, Leo roughly pulls my nipple to catch my attention. Then he presses a single button on his cell phone, putting Slate on speakerphone.
"Anyway, I told her that I loved her, and last I heard, she was heading to bed," Leo says, and I can’t help but bite my lip in embarrassment. His gentle reassurance makes me want to…well straddle his lap, among other things. He rubs a hand up my back and into my hair, using it to tilt my head back to expose my neck. Quickly, he dives in, raking his teeth across my skin.
"Good. She needs to rest," Slate responds while Leo ravages my throat. I’m sure he is leaving marks, and even though my turtleneck collection is not large enough to support his efforts, I still turn my head to allow him more access.
"I’m going to call and get someone out to fix the gate in the next few hours," Leo announces before sealing his mouth over mine, plundering my mouth with a skill that forces a moan.
"Don’t bother. I’ll take care of it. I’m heading home now. Till just got here to take over. Thanks, man."
Leo pulls away only long enough to rush him off the phone. "No prob. Bye."
"Goodnight, Sarah!" Slate shouts before hanging up.
I give him a questioning look. "Uh…"
"Only further proof that Erica has a really fucking big mouth. Okay, one last call—" he starts, but I silence him.
"Thank you," I say against his lips.
He gives me a gentle nod. "I need you to be comfortable with her. She’s like a—"
"A sister," I finish for him. "I’ve got it. I’m not usually a jealous person. It’s just—"
"You thought I was cheating on you. I’ve got it," he finishes for me, punctuating it by rolling his tongue into my mouth, but he pulls away all too soon.
"We aren’t even really together. You can’t be cheating on me. I was worried you were cheating on her with me."
"Oh, we aren’t together?" Leo asks with hint of annoyance in his voice.
I state the obvious. "We’ve known each other for, like, a week."
"So?" He reaches under the sheet draped around my waist, and with one very gentle stroke, he finds my clit. I was already turned on, but this has me desperate for more. "ángel, you were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Does this feel like ‘not together’ to you?" He begins rubbing those amazingly torturous small circles over my clit.