Done With Love by Niecey Roy Page B

was lost in him, my head fuzzy with his scent. Every breath I took was ragged.
    I arched my back. “Leo, please.”
    He hesitated, his head hung with indecision, and I couldn’t see his eyes.
    As if we hadn’t been dancing around this moment since his arrival? As if we both hadn’t wanted this very moment to happen days ago? I reached up to place my hand against his cheek, gently pushing his head up so he would look me in the eye. Concern furrowed his brow.
    Brushing my thumb against his lower lip, I whispered. “It’s okay. I want this.”
    “You’re sure?” he asked, his eyes searching.
    “Yes.” I hadn’t felt this alive in so long…
    His mouth took mine in a demanding kiss, and my lips parted so his tongue could slide against mine. His heat surrounded me, his breath against mine. Knowledge of what we were doing consumed me, made me feverish to feel him inside of me. His hands were everywhere. There was a soft tug as he drew my dress over my head, and then his mouth kissed and licked the skin.
    “God, you taste good,” he said, his lips brushing against my breast.
    I shivered in his arms. My entire body was taut with anticipation and the thrill of being nearly naked with him. When he pushed the bra down, my breasts swelled over the cups. I shivered at the flick of his tongue against my nipple. By the time his mouth searched out my other breast, lavishing it with his tongue, my nerve endings were on fire. He reached behind me and unclasped the bra and pulled it from my chest, dropping it beside me on the bed.
    There was urgency in his touch and desperation in mine. He sat back on the bed to pull the shirt over his head while I fumbled with his zipper. His erection sprang free, and I closed my hand around him. He sucked in a breath against my lips, and I nipped his bottom lip as I stroked him. The rain pattered against the roof, and my pulse raced. He wasn’t naked enough.
    I pressed him back against the covers and yanked off his jeans and boxers all in one tug, dropping them to the floor. Looking at him like this, naked, with each muscle perfectly defined, I couldn’t help but stare in awe. He was so beautiful, so insanely sexy. I straddled him and ran my hand from his shoulders down to his pecs, then back up over his shoulders. His skin was warm silk beneath my fingertips, strong, solid—perfect.
    I leaned down and slanted my lips across his in a wild, possessive kiss. I wanted this, and I would have him. Needed him. My nipples grazed his chest as I licked and kissed my way down from his neck to his muscled abs. I had been dreaming of touching him like this for days, and every nerve in my body was on fire.
    “You’re unbelievable,” I murmured and took his throbbing flesh into my hand.
    He was so hard, every inch of him. He tensed under me and sucked in a breath when I lowered my lips to kiss his erection. My breath was a gentle tease against the wet tip, and he groaned.
    “Lexie.” His voice was strained as I licked the tip of his penis, running my tongue around the taught rim then sucking him into my mouth. “Lexie,” he said again, this time his words full of warning that sent a thrill up my spine.
    “Yes?” I licked up the length of his erection.
    He drew in a ragged breath and pinched his eyes closed for the briefest of seconds before pinning me with a gaze so hot, so intense, the butterflies in my tummy flitted wildly, ramming against each other. “I can tease, too.”
    I licked my lips, shivers of excitement careened up and down my spine.
    “You don’t like it?” Smiling, I ran my tongue up the length of his hot, hard flesh. “ Mm. ”
    In a flash of muscled arms and chiseled chest, he caught me around the waist, flipping me to my back. Laughing, I wrapped my legs around his waist, but the moment his gaze captured mine, my breath caught inside my throat, and my smile wavered. He tore my panties off in one swift motion, his gaze hooded with restraint and need as he kneeled between my