Page 64 of The Silent
Kyra began to pull her hand away, but he grabbed it and kept it over hispants.
“That’s not a complaint or an objection. But that’s not why I got in bed with you. You need toknowthat.”
“I want to… explore,” she whispered. “MayI?”
“Heaven above, yes.” He let go of her hand and curled his arm over her shoulders, pressing his face into her neck. “Just be prepared for the reaction you’re goingtoget.”
“I am familiar withbiology,Leo.”
“When you say things like that, it only makes meharder.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
How curious. She scooted down so she could reach better. Leo didn’t want to release her but he did, stroking her hair away from her face and bending down to press kisses toherlips.
“You’re so tall,” shewhispered.
“Hmm.” More kisses. A low rumbling sound in his chest that sounded a little like a cat purring. Histalesmwere definitely shimmering now. They filled the room with a cool glow likemoonlight.
She slipped her hand under his waistband and felt the muscles there tense. “Is myhandcold?”
“No,” heforcedout.
She heard him swallow hard. Kyra didn’t wait any longer. She slid her hand down, past his hip, and over his harderection.
Leo’s whole bodyshuddered.
So did she. Why was his pleasure making her so needy? Every sensation made her more curious. His skin was hot and smooth, but the flesh was impossibly hard and swollen. She ran her palm up and down the length of his penis. “Knowing where this is meant to go, the mechanics of it seem…improbable.”
“I promise you they’re not.” He kissed her over and over. “I promise.Promise,Kyra.”
His forehead smoothed out and his eyes closedagain.
“Am I doing this right?” shewhispered.
“Heaven above, yes.” He pressed his cheek to hers and groaned when she closed her fingers aroundhim. “Kyra!”
The warmth of his release pulsed over herhand. “Oh!”
Leo let out a shuddering breath. “I didwarnyou.”
“Letme—”
“No, stay there.” Leo gently pulled her hand from his trousers and rolled out of bed, walking to the basin in the corner again and wringing out the washcloth. He walked back to the bed and cleaned her hand, then unzipped his pants and washed his belly. The casual intimacy of it made her need spikeagain.
Leo’s eyes landed on her, hot with intent. “Yourturn.”
She rolled over and hid her face. “Notyet.”
Leo tossed the washcloth in the basin and crawled over her, bracing himself on his arms and caging her with hismassivebody.
“Are you joking?” he said. “Kyra, the things I want to dotoyou—”
“Not yet,” she whispered. “Later.”
He paused, rolled to the other side of the bed, and gathered her into his arms. “Tellmewhy?”
