“You don’t seem the type to be ashamed of a casual fuck,” he goes on, leading me across the Wraith’s Nest, “Especially what I saw back in the office.”
“It’s not casual sex that bothers me,” I tell him, “Its women feeling like they have to act like porn goddesses every time they screw. Sounds like she’s reading off a script in there.”
“Baby, she’s a hooker,” he spells it out, “That’s kind of her whole thing.”
“Still, it’s a shame,” I say, “And, for the record, I’m not your baby.”
“Alright, sweet butt,” he laughs.
“My name will do just fine, thanks,” I say.
“Kelly: the biggest sexual hypocrite the world’s ever seen,” he says grandly, genuflecting in my direction.
“You really get a kick out of yourself, don’t you?” I ask. I have to admit, though, I’m totally charmed by his sense of humor—even if I am the butt of the joke. But there’s no reason he needs to know that.
“I do okay,” he says, “But come on. You can’t come down too hard on our girls here. You’ve faked an orgasm or two in your life. Moaned a little louder than you had to, trying to make some poor fucker feel better about his tiny dick.”
“Sure, when I was seventeen and had no sense of myself,” I tell him.
“Well, your days of faking are over,” he says, placing his hand on the small of my back.
“You’d never be able to tell if I was faking or not,” I grin, reveling in the feel of his hand against my skin.
“Trust me,” he says, his voice raspy and rich, “If there’s one thing I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, it’s how to get a woman off.”
“So you say,” I shrug, as we pass by a ramshackle RV. I’m baiting him mercilessly, and it’s almost too much fun. Getting back at him for making me wait to get laid, I suppose.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he says, grabbing my hips and guiding me up against the cool wall of the RV.
“That’s because it is one, darling,” I reply, cocking my head playfully.
He places his hands above my shoulders, penning me there before him. His golden eyes are absolutely roiling with desire, and I can practically feel him getting even hotter for me by the second. Knowing that I can turn Leo on makes me feel like a total badass. It’s powerful, this kind of hold I have on him. I would have expected to feel less in control with someone as strong and ruthless as him. But instead, I feel like his mightiness makes me mightier, too.
“You don’t fuck with me, I fuck with you,” he growls.
“I am fucking with you,” I say, bringing my hands to his crotch, “And it looks like I’m close...”
He closes his eyes as I stroke along the length of his cock. I marvel at the enormity of him, the pulsing power between his legs. And we’re not even in the heat of the moment, yet. How massive is he when he’s really revved up? I need to know. I need to feel what it’s like to take all of this man inside me.
Leo catches my wrists in one strong paw and pins my arms up over my head. I arch my back, raising my breasts to him, tempting him with everything I’ve got.
“Two can play at this game,” he growls.
I gasp as his hand trails up my thigh. He lets his fingers brush against that place between my legs, and I know at once that I’m a goner. I get wet in a heartbeat as he teases me, running his fingers along my sensitive sex. My head falls back against the RV as I feel his fingers trace the waist of my jeans, tucking beneath the tight fabric.
“God yes,” I moan.
“You like that?” he asks, sliding his hand down the front of my jeans. His breath is hot, his eyes ferocious, and his hands searching.
“I want to feel you,” I plead, “Let me—”
“Feel me what? Slip my fingers inside of you?” he goes on, advancing by mere millimeters toward my sex, “Roll them over your clit? Flick you? Rub you?”
“Everything,” I breathe, “I want to feel everything with you—”
“And I want you to,” he whispers, “But not. Yet.” And with that, he steps away.
“Ugh!” I cry, staring after him as he turns and walks away from me, “What are you, made of stone?”
“Something like that,” he says with a wicked wink, “Tour’s over, baby. You’re free to go, for now.”
“Seriously?” I ask, “That’s it?”
“That’s it,” he says.
“So I’ll just...see you tomorrow then?” I go on.
“You know it,” he says, “Go home and get a good night’s sleep. And think about me while you’re taking care of yourself.”
“You’re terrible,” I tell him.
“I know,” he replies, crossing his thick arms.
“Oh shit,” I say, remembering suddenly, “Matthew drove me here on his bike. My car’s back where we left it.”
“Nice move,” he says sarcastically, “You gonna walk back to the border?”
“Guess I could call a cab or something,” I say uncertainly, “Or drive that RV over there, if it comes to it.”
“Don’t be dumb, I’ll take you,” he says, “Let’s go. I gotta be back in time for church.”
“It’s kinda far,” I tell him, hurrying to keep up as he strides away, “You really don’t have to do that—”
“I don’t mind a good ride,” he says, “What’s the matter? You afraid to get on the back of my bike?”
“That’s not—I don’t—” I stammer.
“Kelly, babe, you’re breaking my heart,” he says dramatically, “Here I thought we’d grown so close.”
“Do you ever just say what you mean?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he replies, “So, come on. You gonna let me give you a lift?”
All I want is to hop on Leo’s bike and spend hours upon hours clutching those hard abs of his. I picture us whipping down desert roads, my curls flying out behind me. My arms wrapped tightly around him, memorizing the feel of his muscles. Sounds like heaven. Or a country song. Or both. But he doesn’t have to know that, now does he?
“Fine,” I sigh, “We’ll do it your way.”