Page 105 of Running Winter
"Trust me, it is."
"I have a hard time believing that," Leigh said quietly, and I turned to see him closing the glass door.
I reached out, my wet hand grabbing his large dry one, his brows knitting into a frown as I did.
"Don't even think of dragging me in there with you," Leigh muttered as I turned the shower off.
He handed me a towel, but I was still gripping his hand. Without thinking, I lifted it to my cheek, closing my eyes as I rested against it.
His breath caught in his throat, and I felt the familiar tug in my core.
"Will you sleep in my bed with me?" I asked in a small voice, releasing his hand.
"And that will benefit you how?" Leigh demanded, wrapping the towel around my body.
"I’ll just feel better," I admitted, and he nodded dejectedly.
"Okay, doll. But I'm serious, don't try anything funny. I need this job more than you know."
My interest was piqued, but I said nothing.
Leigh stripped down to his boxers and flopped down onto my silky white sheets. I slipped into a camisole, twisting my hair into a loose bun. His body was insanely ripped—and as I switched the light off, it was all I could see in my mind's eye.
Leigh sighed, and I wondered what he would do if he knew that my hands were creeping up my thigh while imagining it was his.
I parted my legs slightly, allowing my finger to dip into my wetness. I exhaled slowly, trying to remain quiet and still as my fingers explored my soaking cavern. I wished I had my toy because my fingers weren't doing the job.
Seconds later, Leigh’s hand crept onto my thigh, and I almost screamed with delight. He didn’t say anything, but he turned on his side and allowed me to guide his hand further up.
He cursed, and I trembled beneath his touch.
Aware his body was close to mine, I turned so that I was facing him.
"I can't," Leigh hoarsely whispered as I climbed astride him, his erection pressing against my wet core.
The fabric between us was just enough to stop him from slipping inside of me, but I couldn’t help but grind against him.
"I know. Just let me do this.”
My hands rested on his shoulders as I dry rode him, my mouth desperate to touch his.
I knew he wouldn’t kiss me, despite allowing me to do this. I whimpered as his cock pressed against my clit, and I threw my head back in ecstasy.
Leigh moved his hands to my hips, bringing me to the point of no return. I was close to shuddering around him when I felt his hand on the back of my neck, tugging me close to him.
"You'll ruin my fucking life."
I gasped when he threw me onto my back, his body between my thighs.
"Unless you're good at keeping secrets," Leigh whispered, his fingers running across my mouth.
I reached up, dragging him close to me as he crushed my mouth with his. His fingers found my clit, stroking me expertly as I writhed beneath him. His tongue teased mine, and my body shivered when he plunged his fingers deep into my core.
The kiss was too frenzied; too hot. I grabbed at his boxers, but he wouldn’t allow it, not until I gasped into his mouth with my orgasm.
"Please," I begged him, in between our frenzied kisses. "Please, Leigh."
He moved away, his mouth still on mine.
