I raise my eyebrow. “You have a dirty mind.”
“Oh, babe, you have no idea.”
A shiver runs through me, curling my toes. “Then, you’ll have to enlighten me.”
“I plan on it.” He shifts, pressing his very apparent erection up against me.
“Now?”
“That is what you do to me. I could go all night with you.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Because you are irresistible.”
He brushes his mouth over mine, grazing my lower lip with his teeth. I kiss him back, running my fingers through his hair. I touch the scar on his scalp, the scar his hair hides from the rest of the world.
I press my hand to his face. “I wish I’d been there for you after the accident.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you there…to see me that way.”
His eyes close on a long blink before slowly opening to meet mine. I see it all there in his eyes—the memories that still hurt him now. And I regret brining it up.
“I was a mess.”
“I’ve already seen you at your worst, Leandro.” My hand slides around his neck.
“No, you haven’t.” He shakes his head. “What you saw was a frustrated man, battling his demons with alcohol and women.”
I wince at the mention of his past indiscretions.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, brushing his nose along my cheek.
“Don’t be. You’re not saying anything I didn’t already know. Just hearing it was hard back then. Now, it’s…just harder.”
“It is in the past.”
“I know.” I run my finger over his scar again. “I’m glad I’m your future.”
“Me, too.” He brings his lips back to mine, brushing them over mine. “How long can you stay before you have to get back home?”
“I’m okay for a few hours.”
I trail my fingers through his hair and down his back. I lightly score my nails over his skin, causing him to groan with pleasure.
“Good, because for these next few hours, I am going to bury myself deep inside you, making you come so fucking hard and so often that you will never want to leave.”
“Less talking, more showing,” I murmur, lost to him again.
“Oh, I am going to show you.” He chuckles darkly. “Right fucking now.”
He takes my mouth in a lush deep kiss. Then, kneeing my legs apart, he presses his hard cock up against my wet heat and suddenly thrusts inside me.
“Leandro!” I cry out, instantly breathless.
Stilling inside me, he stares down at me with those all-encompassing dark eyes of his. “Mine,” he says low with meaning. “You are mine, India, and I am never letting you go again.”
I rouse, feeling Leandro’s warm solid body wrapped around me. With the sun on my face, I feel an ache between my legs, which can only come from having amazing sex.
Hang on. I can feel the sun on my face. What time is it?
My eyes flash open to see the dawn light shining through his open blinds that he never got around to closing. I scan for a clock and see one on his bedside table. It’s six a.m.
“Shit!” I sit up, Leandro’s arm still banded around me. “We fell asleep.” I shake his shoulder. “I have to go.”
“Hmm…what?” He blinks those beautiful eyes of his open, not loosening his hold on me.
I tug on his arm. “You need to let me up. We fell asleep. I have to get home.”
My heart is thudding in my chest. It’s early, so Jett will still be sleeping, but I can’t believe I fell asleep.
Worst mother ever!
Out of bed, I run around his room, pick up my clothes, and dress as I go.
I catch sight of him, and he’s sitting up in bed, watching me with amusement.
“What?” I say.
“Nothing. You look beautiful.”
“I look terrible.” I run a hand over my messed up hair.
He gets out of bed and comes over to me. He’s still naked and so hot. “Beautiful.” He softly kisses me.
“So are you. And you’re seriously tempting while you’re pressed up against me in the buff…but I’ve got to go,” I grumble against his lips.
He gives a low chuckle, and I feel it rumble through his chest to mine. “You can go, as long as you let me see you tonight. I want to take my girl out on a date.”
I tilt my head back, looking into his eyes. “Sounds wonderful.”
“It will be.” He kisses me again. Hand cupping the back of my head, he slips his tongue in my mouth. His other hand finds my bum and squeezes, pressing his morning wood against my hip.
Another few minutes wouldn’t hurt, would it? We could—
No, I have to go.
I give an internal groan and say again, “I really need to go.”
He lets out a groan of disappointment. “Fine. Go,” he says good-naturedly, then, slaps my behind with his hand, as he releases me.
I gather up my shoes and handbag and make my way downstairs. Leandro is soon behind me, now wearing a pair of boxer shorts.
Shame. I like him naked.
When I’m by the front door, I slip my feet into my shoes. “I’m going to tell Jett about us today.”
“Good.”
“He’ll be fine, of course, because…well, you’re you.” I gesture at him.
He chuckles. “Jett has got good taste, like his mother.”
Smiling, I shake my head at him. “I was thinking it might be good for him to spend some time around you. Maybe dinner at our place one night this week? Then, you can meet Kit, too.”