Page 131 of Melted by a Man

The sound of the glass sliding door opening made him glance at me with a smirk before he rinsed off.

I shivered, the steam of the room created a damp layer on my skin while he took over the majority of the spray. Right when Leo reached for his bar of soap, I snatched it first.

“Let me,” I whispered. Leo grasped both of his hands on either side of my waist, turning so that my back hit the spray of the shower now, but none of it touched my hair. The water warmed me up. He trailed his hands on my hips and waist as I began to lather him up with the soap. Scrubbing his arms and shoulders and chest and legs. Every inch of his skin until I started to reach where he was erect.

“You shouldn’t,” Leo murmured, halting my hand before I could touch him, “Otherwise this will be over before it starts.” After he took care of washing that himself, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck, turning us again so he could rinse his body off. Leo then took the soap and started lathering me up.

I had showered this morning, but I let him have the opportunity to roam his hands all over me again. It was as if he was surveying me, even though he’d already seen me like this. The way his palms scraped over my breasts, and my ribs, and shoulders, and neck felt like an imprint.

Like his hands were reuniting with my body.

“Stunning.” His eyes darkened, and a heated grin pulled on one corner of his lips. My heart thumped when the water turned off and he grabbed a nearby towel to dry us off. Standing in his bathroom, both of us finally dried, he leaned forward to kiss me. As his lips devoured, his hands on my waist guided us out of the bathroom.

Letting him lead us, I enthusiastically kissed him back. I wanted him to know he could kiss me like this, that I washere. That I loved him just as much as he loved me, if not more.

After taking time to properly reunite with his lips, I placed my hand flat on his chest and pushed him toward his bed.

“Sit,” I licked my lips after ordering him.

He lifted a brow, tilting his head to the side, “Are you in charge right now?”

“Yes.” I pushed him again, and he obeyed. He promptly sat on the edge of his bed, though he made me stay near him with his hands on my thighs, “At least, you’re going to let me pretend to be in charge until you can’t wait anymore.”

Leo’s hooded eyes landed on my naked breasts, puckered from the cool air of the room, “That’s not going to be for much longer, I’m afraid.”

I shrugged, “Let’s set a timer then.” I padded around for my discarded clothes to find my phone, and opened the clock app, “Let’s try making you wait for ten minutes.”

“Thirty seconds,” Leo countered, his fingers flexing into my skin.

“Five minutes,” I giggled.

“Forty-five seconds.”

“Three minutes?” I set the timer, not willing to let him push for more, “You can resist taking over for three short minutes, can’t you?” I brushed my fingers through his damp hair, loving how his head leaned back and his eyes fluttered closed from my touch.

“I’ll try,” Leo grumbled as I dropped the phone on the mattress next to him.

“Good.” I stepped back, out of his reach, and ran my hands across my collarbone.

“Fuck,” Leo leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his hands balled into fists as his gaze locked onto where my hands were.

“You wanted a strip tease,” I reminded him, tracing the shape of my breasts with my index finger, “But I think I just want to tease.”

Leo groaned, scraping a hand down his face and keeping his hand over his jaw, his pupils expanding. I preened, loving that I had this effect on him. Leo Turner brought out a confidence in me I didn’t know I had, and I relished the feeling as I continued to trace the different dips and planes of my body, showing him everywhere he couldn’t touch me right now.

I traced the curve of my hip slowly, slowly, holding back a laugh as his gaze followed the movement. As if Leo was hypnotized. I glanced at the timer, only one minute had passed. I had two more. I stepped forward, batting his hands away when they reached up to grab me.

He grumbled, trying to grab my hips again before I locked my hands on his wrists and held them behind his back. It brought our faces close together, so I took advantage of my position to delicately lick up his neck.

Leo shuddered under me, and the heat of arousal burned in my lower belly from the knowledge that I could turn him on like this.

“You always take such good care of me,” I whispered in his ear. I followed him as he dropped his head back, determined to drive him as wild as he drove me, “What if I want to take care of you? Have you lay back while I do all the work?” I released his wrists to push him back on the bed. He obeyed with a dramatic thump against the mattress. I kissed his earlobe, teasing the flesh with my teeth, before sliding down his body.

His hands came up to cup either side of my face, which I decided to allow before I teased the tips of my fingers down the V-shape pointing toward my destination.

“Letting me take care of you,” Leo rasped, “Is taking care of me.” I had a feeling this was just Leo being Leo. That perhaps our dynamic was a habit, where he ravishes me and then gets his fill. We hadn’t ever had him finish first, and I wanted to use the opportunity as another form of appreciation for, well, everything he is.

Everything he’s done for me.

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