Page 57 of Reconciling With the Rival

“See?” His lips meet the sensitive skin on my neck as he lightly bites. “I think you liked it, Ella. I think your panties got wet while you were sitting across from me, slamming your drink to stop feeling whatever it is you were.”

“I—”

He bites my neck again. “Correction, what youarefeeling, right here and right now.”

“Leo,” I say as I hold onto him for dear life.

“Tell me what you need, Ella. Tell me what you want from me. You’re always willing to say something when you argue with me, so don’t get all shy on me now.”

Fuck him and his stupid fucking mouth.

I want to say no. I want to say no so badly. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason, it won’t come out.

“Ella, darling, tell me what you need,” he coaxes as he puts his hands around my thighs and lifts me onto the counter. His face is in line with mine, the two of us breathing heavily as he waits for me to answer.

All I can see is him in front of me, and it’s making my thoughts messy. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but focus on the color of his eyes. They’re brown, but not the normal chocolate color most people have. They remind me of cinnamon, and in the darkness of the kitchen, it reminds me of coming home after a cold winter day and wrapping myself up in a blanket.

“You, Leo. I want you.” I never thought I’d utter those words in my life, but it’s how I feel at this moment, and I knew if I let him walk out the door, it would piss me off even more.

That’s all it takes for his lips to meet mine. This isn't a gentle kiss. Leo knows what he wants, and what he wants right now is me. He’s devouring me, and I’d never say this out loud, but it’s one of the best kisses I’ve had in my life.

The guy fucking knows what he’s doing.

“Spread your legs, Ella,” he says between kisses.

I keep them closed. If there’s one thing I know about us—not that there’s an us—is that we will always fight with one another. Even though we’re probably about to have sex, he still has to earn it.

“Spread. Your. Fucking. Legs,” he says as his hand comes around my throat.

I can’t breathe, but I try my best to make sense when I reply. “Make me.”

He only smirks as he runs a hand through his hair. “If that’s what you want, then so be it.”

I hear a rip, and the stockings I was wearing are now partially in Leo’s hand before he leans me back on the counter, his hand still on my throat.

“Don’t move.”

I think about saying something snippy back, but I’m caught off guard when two of his fingers enter me. I can’t think. He’s going way too fucking slow, and he knows he’s teasing me.

“Leo, I—”

“Just let me take my fucking time, Ella. Be patient for once in your life.”

Then, he gets on his knees, and I feel his mouth start to circle my clit as his fingers keep pumping. This feels way too fucking good, and the fact that Leo Zimmerman is making me feel like this is something my brain can’t process.

“Oh, fuck.”

“It feels good finally giving in, doesn't it?” His voice is low, turned on, and I’ve never heard a sexier sound. Normally, that would scare me, but I don’t have the brain power to think about that right now.

Then, he starts pumping faster, licking faster, but what sends me over the edge is how he bites my clit—not too hard, not too soft. Perfectly.

I should smack him for that or something.

I’m so fucking close. I’m teetering on the edge of my orgasm, and—

He stops.

“Leo, what the fuck?”

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