Page 111 of Ride the Wave

‘I may have thought about you once or twice,’ I say, smiling playfully.

He chuckles against my skin, the vibrations of his voice covering it in goosebumps. When he lifts his head to look at me wickedly, I know I’m going to pay for that comment.

Nudging the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms with his fingertips, he frees my arms before peeling the dress down from my body, taking my thong with it until they’re both off over my ankles and shoes. Before he takes my shoes off, he takes a moment to look at me, naked but for my bra and heels, the muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes flare with longing. The heels come off next and last to go is my bra, my skin prickling with excitement as he unclips it and tosses it to the side of the bed.

Done undressing me, he begins to kiss the insides of my thighs, his lips moving agonisingly slowly up to my hip bone, my legs falling open wider for him. My blood is swirling with heat and when he reaches up to palm at my breast, my nipple taught in his grasp, I whimper, lifting my hips up off the bed.

‘Was it really just once or twice you thought about this?’ he murmurs.

I can hear the smirk in his voice, before he grasps my hips and traces his tongue down from my belly button, his teeth grazing and searing my skin as he moves lower and lower.

‘Maybe three or four times,’ I choke out, my heart pounding.

‘Hmm, interesting,’ he says in a low voice. ‘Maybe you didn’t want it enough.’

When his tongue drifts across my clit for a split second, I almost buck into him, I’m so wound up. His hand comes back to my breast, squeezing it and driving me out of my fucking mind. He’s toying with me. Just like I toyed with him.

I’ve met my match.

‘Okay, fine, I thought about you a lot,’ I pant desperately, moaning as he rewards my honesty, applying just a little more pressure with his tongue. ‘Fuck. All the time. All the fucking time, Leo. Why do you think I’m here?’

As his tongue swirls on my clit, he lets out a satisfied groan and I tip my head back, gasping at the flutter of sensation, my hands flying over my head, nails digging into the headboard of the bed, pushing it against the wall with a thud.

‘Oh my God,’ I moan, as he slides two fingers in, and I clench around him, my body writhing, my core tightening as the agonising sensation builds and builds.

It doesn’t take long for him to bring me close to the edge and then I’m falling, floating, closing my eyes as I give in to the hot burst of pleasure rippling through every muscle in my body. Gasping for air, I let the tingling feeling subside as he makes his way up to me before I pin him on his back and press my mouth against the warm skin of his chest.

‘Your turn,’ I tell him.

I slide my hand over every ridge and dip of his rock-hard abs to the top of his shorts, a thrill running through me when I notice him swallow. Pulling his shorts and boxers down his muscled legs and dropping them to the floor, I sweep my hair back so it won’t get in the way as I kiss my way down from his neck over his throat to his chest, my hand wrapping around his hard length and stroking him. He groans, his muscles tensing and quivering, his breathing growing more ragged as I move down to replace my hand with my mouth, my tongue circling the tip before I take him in and suck.

He inhales a sharp breath. ‘Holyfuck.’

Wrapping my fingers around the base of him, stroking and sucking in tandem, his tortured groans become louder and more desperate, heat gathering between my legs as I acknowledge how turned on I am to be the one to give him this pleasure.

‘That feels so good, so fucking good,’ he grunts through clenched teeth. ‘God, shit, I’m going to come.’

‘Not yet,’ I murmur as I pull back, keeping my hand wrapped round him, my lips grazing up the warm, solid skin of his stomach. ‘I want you to come inside me.’

I hesitate, my chest tightening as I realise I need to ask a question.

It’s awkward as fuck, but it has to be done.

‘You haven’t… been with anyone else since I left, have you? It’s totally okay if you have, I don’t need details or anything, I just want to know if we need a condom.’

I consider how I’d feel if he said we did need to use one to be safe and a sharp jolt lurches in my stomach: irrational anger, desperate hurt,raging jealousy.

He props himself up on his elbows to look at me. ‘No, I haven’t been with anyone else.’ His lips curve into a smile. ‘I was waiting for you.’

As relief floods me, I can’t fight a smile, quirking a brow at him. ‘What if I’d never shown up here?’

‘Then I guess I would have been waiting a long time.’

I sigh, my heart thrumming. ‘I think I was always going to show up eventually.’

‘I know.’

Moving up to straddle him, I gently press my mouth to his, my hands pressed flat against his chest. He tangles his fingers in my hair. There’s something different about this kiss. It’s slow and sensual and caring. It’s weighted with meaning, an unspoken agreement of what this is, what it could be. I dig my teeth into his soft, full bottom lip, letting out a sound of approval.

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