“Haven’t we already decided that I’m not a guitar?” I ask.
“You’re better.” He licks my navel, pulls my piercing gently with his teeth and then kisses it sweetly. “This piercing will be my undoing.”
“All those piercings you have.” I gasp as one of his fingers dives inside me and brushes my sweet spot. “And my little navel piercing turns you on?”
“It’s hot as hell on you, baby.”
“I like yours too, even the eyebrow.”
“Yeah?” His lips move lower down my abdomen to my * and then he leans back and just stares at my core.
“What are you looking at?”
“I love how pink you are.” He grins wickedly and then leans in and licks me, from my anus to my clit and back down again. “God, you taste good.”
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as my hips begin to move like they have a life of their own. He spreads my legs wide and pins them down to the mattress with his forearms, and uses his hands to spread my * wide and buries his face in my core, thrusts his tongue inside me, then closes his mouth and moves that glorious piercing all over my lips and up to my clit.
“Dear God, that lip is awesome,” I mutter and feel him smile against me. “Is that why you got it?” I ask, panting.
“No, side benefit.” He does it again.
“Leo.” God, I can’t breathe. I can’t even open my eyes. He’s turning me inside out.
“Mmm…”
“Need you, Leo,” I whisper, not even sure if the words are actually coming out of me, or if they’re simply in my head.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Okay, so I spoke them aloud.
“I need you inside me.” I shake my head against the pillow, going out of my mind with lust. If he turns me on any further, I’ll die.
Or burst into flames.
“I’ll get there,” he mutters and continues to assault my * with his mouth.
“Please,” I whisper and then whimper when he latches those amazing lips onto my clit and sinks two fingers inside me.
He’s trying to kill me.
I come like crazy around his fingers, my hips bucking and pushing against him, and finally he kisses and licks his way back up my body, rests his lower body against mine, and braces himself on his elbows on either side of my head, his hands in my hair and his face only centimeters from mine. My hands drift up and down his back and up over his shoulders so I can trace the tattoos on his arms.
“I love your ink,” I whisper and watch my fingers on his skin. “What does this one mean?”
“It represents the first song that I wrote that we recorded on our first album,” he replies, watching me intently.
“And this one?” I ask, tracing the other shoulder.
“That was the original artwork from the third album, but the studio chose to go with something different.” He brushes a piece of hair off my forehead and kisses me gently there.
“What about this?” I ask, touching his forearm.
“That one reminds me of Meg.”
“Really?” I ask with a smile.
He nods and nuzzles my nose with his. “If we keep this up, we’ll be here all night.”
“We have all night,” I remind him with a smile.
“Let’s continue the tattoo talk in a little while,” he suggests.
“Okay, what would you like to do in the mean time?” I continue to trace his ink with my finger.
“I can think of a few things.” He slowly sinks inside me. “Jesus, sunshine, I never get used to being inside you without a cover.”
“Mmm…” I agree and sigh as he keeps his hips still, seated completely inside me. “You feel so good.”
He links my hand with his, kisses my fingers, and lifts my hand over my head to rest against the bed. He clenches his hand firmly as he begins to move in and out of me, slow, but steady. He rests his forehead on mine.
“I’ve never in my life felt like this,” he murmurs and continues to make love to me. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Sam. More than music. More than anything.”
Tears pool in my eyes at his sweet words and I bite my lip.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers.
“I’m not,” I respond as a tear falls down into my hairline.
“Sure you’re not.” He grins and kisses me gently as he begins to move more swiftly, hitting that amazing spot with each thrust, until I feel the orgasm move through me, and I clench around him, pulling him under with me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Where are we going?” I ask and frown out the window of Leo’s car. We’re in the middle of nowhere.
“I have to show you something.”
“Another house?” I ask, unable to keep the excitement from my voice.
“Sure.” He shakes his head and smiles over at me.
“I hope it’s a different real estate agent. That chick was not the one for you.” I laugh at him and run my fingers through his messy, soft light brown hair.
“Definitely a different agent.” He catches my hand to kiss my palm.
We continue to drive on side roads, and I’ve completely lost track of where we are. Leo flips on the radio, turns to a popular local rock station and sings along with Pink.
“You’re a Pink fan?” I ask, surprised.
“Isn’t everyone? That chick is badass.” He laughs and shakes his head. “And she can fucking party like no one I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve heard she’s slowed down since she had a kid.” I sing along with the radio. This song is currently one of my favorites. You’ve got to get up and try…
“I think that’s true, but I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Where is this house we’re going to see?” I ask and examine our surroundings. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Be patient.” He laughs.
“I’m not patient. Have you not learned this by now?”
“That blue scarf looks beautiful on you.” He grins over at me, changing the subject. “Makes your eyes look even bluer.”