you an explanation.” I struggle to my feet, grabbing onto the lower bar to keep from falling right back down. “Maybe I just want to make sure you’re gonna hold up your end of the bargain.”
He snorts. “You think I set all this up as a trick to get in your pants? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.”
“You are not a nice person.” Even I can hear the pout in my voice.
“I’ve been told that before.”
I bet. I try to push past him, but my foot catches on a pair of loafers on the floor and I trip head-first into his arms. “Damnit.”
He catches me smoothly. I push down the thrill of desire that courses through my belly as his arms wrap around me.
“Lucky for you, I’m not into drunk broads. Vomit and barely conscious chicks aren’t my kinks.”
I burp and it tastes like stomach acid. “I don’t think those are anybody’s kinks.”
My face is turned away but I can hear the smile in his voice. “You might be surprised.”
When I try to pull away, his arms tighten around me. Before I can react, he’s lifting me off the ground and holding me against his chest like you’d cradle a child.
“Put me down.”
“No.” He walks back into the bedroom, his long legs making quick strides across the hardwood. “Eventually, you’re gonna figure out who gives the orders around here. You’re gonna be in a world of hurt, otherwise.”
The words fail to trigger the indignant reaction that they should. Instead, I feel a little shiver run through me at the dark promise in his voice.
And judging from the chuckle that rumbles against my side as I press into him, he feels it too.
It isn’t fair that someone this awful can make me feel things this good.
“I hate you.”
Leo just laughs, infuriating me even more.
He dumps me unceremoniously on the bed, making my head spin. I roll away from him onto my side. I’m determined not to give him anything else to laugh about, at least for the rest of the night.
But Leo has other ideas. His hand coasts over my hip and then I feel fingers working at the waistband on my jeans.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Getting you comfortable,” he says sedately. “You don’t want to sleep in your clothes.”
What he’s saying makes sense, but I can feel the darkly sensual current underneath his words as clear as the ringing of a bell.
His hands slide the jeans down past my hips, pulling harder as they catch on my thighs. I let out an involuntary sigh when they’re finally pulled off my ankles and tossed aside.
The rush of air cools my overheated skin. But the heat returns full force when Leo’s hands return to my legs, kneading the taut skin. Each stroke of his fingers causes a frisson of warmth to shoot through me.
“What are you doing?” I ask again. My voice breaks into a soft whimper when his hands move up to knead the sore muscles of my lower back.
“Getting you comfortable,” he says, just a fine edge of mockery in his voice.
It’s only in that moment that I realize just how vulnerable a position I’ve created for myself. Leo already had the advantage of size and strength, and now I’ve made myself easily confused and bleary with alcohol.
That isn’t a good combination.
But his hands remain on my back, soothing the little aches and knots that formed while I was drinking on the floor of his closet.
I go languid underneath the skillful fingers, my limbs heavy and loose. My eyes close and my breathing comes in little signs and moans. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
I’m so relaxed that I barely notice when he guides me to roll over on my back. That is, until his mouth descends on mine in a kiss that steals all of the air from my body.
There’s nothing relaxing about the silken thrust of his tongue in my mouth. It’s electrifying. And so arousing that for a moment my head is completely clear, all thoughts of sleep chased completely away.
He kisses like he wants to eat me alive. It’s all heat and the hard press of lips and
He snorts. “You think I set all this up as a trick to get in your pants? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.”
“You are not a nice person.” Even I can hear the pout in my voice.
“I’ve been told that before.”
I bet. I try to push past him, but my foot catches on a pair of loafers on the floor and I trip head-first into his arms. “Damnit.”
He catches me smoothly. I push down the thrill of desire that courses through my belly as his arms wrap around me.
“Lucky for you, I’m not into drunk broads. Vomit and barely conscious chicks aren’t my kinks.”
I burp and it tastes like stomach acid. “I don’t think those are anybody’s kinks.”
My face is turned away but I can hear the smile in his voice. “You might be surprised.”
When I try to pull away, his arms tighten around me. Before I can react, he’s lifting me off the ground and holding me against his chest like you’d cradle a child.
“Put me down.”
“No.” He walks back into the bedroom, his long legs making quick strides across the hardwood. “Eventually, you’re gonna figure out who gives the orders around here. You’re gonna be in a world of hurt, otherwise.”
The words fail to trigger the indignant reaction that they should. Instead, I feel a little shiver run through me at the dark promise in his voice.
And judging from the chuckle that rumbles against my side as I press into him, he feels it too.
It isn’t fair that someone this awful can make me feel things this good.
“I hate you.”
Leo just laughs, infuriating me even more.
He dumps me unceremoniously on the bed, making my head spin. I roll away from him onto my side. I’m determined not to give him anything else to laugh about, at least for the rest of the night.
But Leo has other ideas. His hand coasts over my hip and then I feel fingers working at the waistband on my jeans.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Getting you comfortable,” he says sedately. “You don’t want to sleep in your clothes.”
What he’s saying makes sense, but I can feel the darkly sensual current underneath his words as clear as the ringing of a bell.
His hands slide the jeans down past my hips, pulling harder as they catch on my thighs. I let out an involuntary sigh when they’re finally pulled off my ankles and tossed aside.
The rush of air cools my overheated skin. But the heat returns full force when Leo’s hands return to my legs, kneading the taut skin. Each stroke of his fingers causes a frisson of warmth to shoot through me.
“What are you doing?” I ask again. My voice breaks into a soft whimper when his hands move up to knead the sore muscles of my lower back.
“Getting you comfortable,” he says, just a fine edge of mockery in his voice.
It’s only in that moment that I realize just how vulnerable a position I’ve created for myself. Leo already had the advantage of size and strength, and now I’ve made myself easily confused and bleary with alcohol.
That isn’t a good combination.
But his hands remain on my back, soothing the little aches and knots that formed while I was drinking on the floor of his closet.
I go languid underneath the skillful fingers, my limbs heavy and loose. My eyes close and my breathing comes in little signs and moans. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
I’m so relaxed that I barely notice when he guides me to roll over on my back. That is, until his mouth descends on mine in a kiss that steals all of the air from my body.
There’s nothing relaxing about the silken thrust of his tongue in my mouth. It’s electrifying. And so arousing that for a moment my head is completely clear, all thoughts of sleep chased completely away.
He kisses like he wants to eat me alive. It’s all heat and the hard press of lips and
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