Page 32 of Stuck with the Hot Boss
‘Can I kiss you again?’ Leo’s mouth was already lowering to hers.
‘You can do anything you like to me,’ Evie whispered. ‘And preferably right now.’
Leo’s kiss started slow, his mouth gently taking in her upper lip, then her lower, his tongue softly teasing. He tasted faintly of vanilla ice cream, and it took all of Evie’s willpower not to throw him on the sofa and rip his clothes off.Patience, she told herself.
Her hands chose to ignore her. One was messing up his perfect hair, and the other had slid under his polo shirt and was blazing a trail across the smooth warm skin of his back and side. When her fingertips circled round to the earthly paradise that was his abs and chest, she felt his muscles flinch. Leo pressed his mouth hard against hers and grabbed her rear to pull her closer. Someone was making lustful moaning sounds. Oh – they both were. Nice.
‘I really think you should show me your bedroom now,’ Evie whispered between kisses.
Leo’s bed was neatly made, because of course it was. Even his pillows were symmetrically stacked and plumped. Seemed a pity they were about to wreck it, but too bad. It was a bed. Its job was to be comfortable while two people had rampant, passionate sex on top of it.
Getting naked proved tricky when neither of them was willing to fully disentangle. But when every stitch of clothing was discarded, they paused to drink each other in.
‘Youdohave a tattoo there!’ said Evie in delight. ‘Iknewit!’
‘Never tell my parents,’ pleaded Leo.
Evie’s fingertips traced the ink lines on his hip. ‘Icarus,’ she said. ‘Why him?’
‘A reminder to stay humble.’
Once again, Evie’s heart swelled. ‘You’re too hard on yourself, Leo Hurst.’
‘Maybe.’
Leo’s voice had a tight edge to it. Probably because Evie’s fingers had stopped tracing the line of the tattoo and were now caressing the underside of his erection. Which of course, could never be too hard. It bucked under her touch, and Leo let out a hiss of breath.
‘Can we–?’
‘Absolutely,’ whispered Evie.
And they tangled again, ruining the crisp smoothness of Leo’s bed, hands and mouths hungry for each other, skin on skin igniting a desire that flamed stronger and higher, until Evie couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
‘Inside me,’ she demanded. ‘Now!’
Leo fumbled in his bedside drawer. There was a rip of foil, a swift movement, and then Leo was propped above her, looking down, his eyes dark with lust.
‘That was quick,’ said Evie.
‘I’m highly motivated,’ he replied. ‘May I?’
‘You may,’ Evie smiled.
And then her mind became incapable of rational thought, as Leo entered her and every atom in her body went nuclear.
‘Holy god,’ muttered Leo. He stopped moving and seemed, unbelievably, to be about to withdraw.
Evie grabbed his hips to prevent him. ‘No? Why? Keepgoing!’
‘I will,’ he said. ‘I swear. I just – need a moment.’
‘Idon’t,’ said Evie, meaningfully. ‘Keep. Going.’
Leo gazed at her. ‘Right. Um, slow? Or–’
‘Stop talking and fuck me now!’
‘Okay!’
