That familiar poisonous buzz beneath his skin returned.
He ignored it.
His pulse sped, and he shut his eyes, breathing, breathing, breathing.
“Thanks for taking me here,” she said.
He opened his eyes, his heart slowing as she glimpsed at the view with a soft smile on her face. She always looked so grateful. “Anything for you, sweetness.”
“You make me feel special, Leo.”
“Because you are.”
She shook her head, looking astounded. “I’m just me. Somehow, somewhere along the way, you’ve placed me high on a pedestal, and I’m terrified one day you’ll realize I don’t belong there.”
He hooked a finger under her chin, prompting her to look at him. He studied her, feeling pangs sensing her melancholy. “Won’t happen,” he said, determined. “You’re pure light.”
She bunched her lips to the side, saying nothing more about it.
Skye hated attention, even now. She couldn’t handle compliments. She was always shaking her head or playing them off. One day, he hoped she believed them.
Leo didn’t move when the rain started to fall, landing all over them. She pulled back to stare at the night sky, grinning at him as they got drenched within moments. He laughed, running the water up and down her bare arms, and she shivered in response.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, peering intently at her wet lips.
She kissed him, and he loved when she crossed that gap to him. Their lips glided easily over one another, their tongues dancing sensually. He grew hard beneath her, his hands gripped at her hips as he forced her ass directly over his length, wanting her to feel how mad she drove him.
Picking her up, he took her inside, laying her flat on the giant bed. She stared up at him as he started to undress, tearing off his shirt. Her eyes devoured his torso, taking in the smooth, muscled skin. Leo had worked hard to build his body for her. Spent so long perfecting himself physically. It came with the territory when he was vying for her attention alongside Hunter. It was probably foolish to admit he still felt inadequate next to him, but there it was, the truth in all its ugly glory.
Sometimes he wanted to mark his skin. Wanted to fill it with ink, make it a canvas for her to trace and lick—fuck, he loved the thought of that.
But it wasn’t something the powerful people in his world judged kindly to.Gentleman.He was a gentleman at the end of the day, and to ditch that role was out of the question.
He stripped and laid his clothes out neatly on the dresser as she watched on, growing impatient. “Leo,” she urged.
The buzz struck him again, and he swiftly squashed it down.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
He climbed the bed and settled over her. She wrapped her legs around him, and for a few moments, he lay like that, draping her, staring into her eyes. He softly brushed her hair from her face, looking her over, tempted to spend a while just worshipping her with his tongue, his lips, his words—
“You’re so perfect, Skye,” he told her, sprinkling her face with kisses.
She flushed. “I’m really not—”
He ground himself between her legs, cutting her words short on a gasp. Her fingertips dug into his back as she glanced at him with a look of shock. He’d never done that before. Never just delivered a thrust like that without actually moving inside her.
He grinned at her expression, kissing her lightly on the mouth before he did it again. His cock slid between the folds of her wet heat, teasing along her clit, and she groaned in that surprised way again. Her heels dug into the mattress as she raised her hips, demanding for him to do that again.
He did.
She twisted beneath him, growing hotter by the second. “God, Leo,” she whispered, holding her breath as he stroked his length along her sex. He felt her heat and wetness slick him, and he briefly shut his eyes from the pleasure of it.
“You want to come this way?” he asked her, his tone low now. “Or do you want me buried inside you?”
She shook beneath him. “Inside me, Leo.”
He thrust slowly into her, burying himself to the hilt. She was so tight—it never got old, never felt the same.