Page 132 of Melted by a Man

How much I love him.

I tsked my tongue at him before running a finger up his length just to watch it twitch. Leo’s hips flexed, and I stood up.

A disappointed grumble sounded in his throat, while I studied him. Prone on his back for me.

I was just leaning over him again, teasing him from root to tip with my tongue, when the alarm on my phone went off.

Without warning, Leo pushed me off of him so he could grab underneath my armpits and pull me onto the bed. I was laughing as he used his strength to flip us over. I was now the one on my back.

“Wait!” I laughed.

“Do you remember your safe word?” Leo asked, grabbing hold of my jaw to ensure he met my eyes.

“Yes, but I wanted you to go first—” Leo shook his head before slamming his lips over my mouth as he covered me with his naked body.

“I don’t want to go first,” Leo rasped the words against my open lips, dragging me farther up the bed so he could spread me out. He threw one of his legs over mine, grinding his erection against me as he sucked on a sensitive patch of skin between my neck and jaw.

“But—oh god,” I clutched his shoulders, an attempt to anchor myself as his fingers slipped against my aching center.

“You want me, and I want to play with you,” Leo murmured against my neck. He was able to tuck an arm underneath my shoulders, his fingers fisting in the roots of my hair. He angled my head exactly where he wanted so that his mouth could ravish mine. I was burning, my heart thudding at an erratic pace in my chest.

I wanted himsobadly.

But this was supposed to be abouthim.

Right when Leo’s thumb started swirling in circles, tightening that invisible string inside of me, I mumbled out, “Glacier.”

And Leo froze, his hands halting exactly where they were. He leaned back, his brows drawn together as he studied me.

“I want you so,sobadly,” I flexed my hips against his hand, in an attempt to reassure him that I still did want his touch, “But I wanted to do something foryou.”

“You are.”

I shook my head, “No, I’m always taken care of first—”

“Do you not want my touch right now?” Leo interrupted, resting his forehead against mine. He kept his hand on me, his thumb scant millimeters from where I was aching for him.

“I always want your touch. I just…” How did I explain? “I want to show you how much I love you.” I inhaled a breath, wondering if getting emotional during this moment would ruin the heat of it, “That I can take care of you, like you take care of me.”

Leo nodded against my forehead, letting my words settle around us. I was still holding his shoulders. My fingers flexed their hold on him. I really didn’t want to stop anything, but my plan was currently derailing, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

“I hear you,” Leo kissed my cheek, “But, Jacqueline, I amdyingto be inside of you.”

I huffed a laugh at that, “But that means I go first.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want,” Leo grinned against my cheek, “Love me, by letting me have you how I have been dreaming of having you.”

Warmth swarmed my chest with his words, “You don’t want me to take care of you first?”

“No, no,” Leo shook his head again, “I want you to go first, so I can fit in between your legs as fast as possible. I want to rock into you, holding you under me, while you tell me that you love me, and I remind you how much I love you.” He kissed my lips again, leisurely, adoringly, “Please, let me take over in this moment. I promise, later tonight even, you can play with me as much as you want.”

…That option really didn’t suck.

“Are you sure?” I lowered one hand from his shoulders to trail down his arm, the arm frozen on my body. I gently nudged his thumb closer to where I was most sensitive.

“Positive,” Leo groaned, “Can I keep touching you?”

I nodded, and before he could remind me, I vocalized, “Yes. You can touch me.”

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