Page 63 of Reckless Kiss

She gasped as I circled her clitoris. “You have the most expressive eyes, Leo. When you smile they smile. When you’re mad they glow. Some people have cold eyes and I think that’s because they don’t feel much of anything. You are not that kind of man.”

“I’m not?” I never really thought about how I fit into a matrix like that. In my position, were there people who wouldn’t to be lost to lust or consumed by sex? Would they simply go through the motions and move on with their day?

That kind of life sounded awful.

“No. You’re a zealous consumer of the human experience. I think it might be why you love your job.”

I moved over her, settled between her legs, pressed against her hips. “Please explain. I am so intrigued.” All this time I’d been trying to decode her, meanwhile she’d been dissecting me. I was fascinated, turned on, and, quite frankly, honored.

Her hands roamed me as she explained and I relished the switch from toucher to touchee. “Well, you represent athletes. They live extraordinary lives.” She waved around our private cabana as an illustration to her point. “It’s high octane and intense. You get to absorb so much of their lives—good and bad—over the course of their careers.”

Her explanation was valid. More than valid, really. I loved the negotiations, the money, luxury. It was extraordinary, like the woman beneath me. “And you see all this in my eyes?” I pressed against her center with the head of my erection.

“Yes,” she whispered, studying my face. My nose, my forehead, the corners of my eyes. “Your eyes—they make me feel what you feel. Your intensity takes the breath from my lungs, your happiness infects me, your desires become my own.”

I thrust deep and hissed. “God yes.”

Her nails dug into my skin. She threw back her head. “Sweet Jesus I’ll never get used to this.”

“What do you see right now?” Usually I was the one who did the talking. Esme always responded to my dirty words with her body while she remaining silent. But now? I wanted to reverse those roles.

“Your eyes are glowing like when you’re angry, but they’re tender. Soft. Sweet.” She groaned and arched, moving along my shaft.

“That’s right,” I growled. “This is my tight, hot pussy. You fit me like a glove.” An explosion took place behind my eyelids. A tingle that erupted at the base of my skull and sizzled down my spine. I couldn’t move and couldn’t hold still, instinct taking over as my hips jutted forward then pulled back, seeking more, needing it all.

“Jesus, Leo. I can’t—I can’t.”

“You can. Hold on.” I devoured her gasps. “You take all of me. You always do.”

She moaned into my kiss, the sound vibrating through us both as I took her slow and deep, one stroke at a time, until it hurt to hold back.

I rolled, arranging her on top of me all naked skin and waves of dark hair. Outside, a lifeguard’s whistle blew. Somewhere across the pool music played through a speaker. Closer, garbled conversations of tipsy adults came and went as they strolled past our cabana.

“Ride me. Let me watch you.” I enjoyed the sight of her bouncing nipples, the view of my dick disappearing inside her, the wildness growing in her eyes. It was a fucking masterpiece of imagery. She arched backward. I used the extra access to massage her clit and labia, dip my fingers into her arousal and feel the joining of our bodies.

My muscles locked and the urge to take more surged through my veins. Faster. Harder. Deeper. I tried to resist but in the end I was as helpless to my lust as she was. I gripped her hips and pounded from below until she fell forward against my chest. Skin against skin. The new sensation sent fire coursing down my dick and I crushed her body against mine. “I can’t wait to feel you come.”

“I love it when you use my body like that.”

“I’m not using you,” I whispered back. “I’m losing control. I can’t ever seem to keep it around you.”

She bit my neck then licked and kissed the spot. “God, yes. I like that. I’m taking your control.”

Give. Take. Use. Love.The words scrambled and mixed, making no sense until suddenly they did. “Take it all, Esme. You can have it. I’m giving it to you. It’s a gift.”

She shuddered as her orgasm struck, her inner muscles squeezing the life out of me. For a moment I saw flashes of light. My skin stung as if it were on fire. A need to drive deep and come overwhelmed me but I forced it back. Just a moment more. I wanted to watch—no, Ineededto watch—as she came apart.

The complete abandonment of her composure was a rare and perfect sight that was mine alone to witness. I memorized the way her eyes unfocused and her brows drew together, as if the act of orgasming confused her. Her mouth opened and I sealed my lips to hers before the sound escaped. I drank in her moans, keeping them secret.

Because that was my purpose—to keep her safe and be the person she could trust with everything she typically kept to herself. I think that’s why I enjoyed moments like this. I could give her the thrill she preferred by fucking her inches from an audience while protecting her privacy.

The power and responsibility was heady and I’m not ashamed to admit I got off on it. Which is probably why I rolled her beneath me to try something new...something I knew she’d like and maybe even needed. “How do you feel?”

“Good.” She was still trying to catch her breath.

“Good? But not wonderful?”

“Leo, I just had a body-shaking orgasm in a pool cabana. Trust me, I’m feeling great.”

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