Page 78 of The Devastation You Reap
He kisses me as if we're the only two people in the room.
I guess it's a tactic to get me to relax, and damn if it doesn't work because I forget about where we are, about who could be watching us, and the scary faces of the Harris brothers on the other side of the room.
The beat of the music flows through me, his touch burns as his hands run up and down my back until they drop lower, grabbing onto my ass as he rolls his hips against mine.
"Oh God," I moan feeling his hardness pressing against my stomach.
Desire rolls through me, mixing with the alcohol filling my veins and lowering my inhibitions.
Before meeting Leon, I'd never even kissed anyone, not properly, anyway. Yet here I am now with desire coiling around me in the middle of a houseful of people.
Ripping his lips from mine, he kisses across my jaw and down my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
"Leon," I moan, although it's so quiet that he can't hear it, he must be able to feel the vibration of my voice because his grip on me tightens.
He finds my lips once more, kissing me as if he needs it like he does his next breath.
Each song blurs into the next until I completely lose track of time, although, with the way my head is spinning from whatever Ellis gave me, I'm not even sure if I could read a clock right now.
A shadow falls over us, and Leon releases my lips in favor of looking at whoever it is that's joined us.
Letty studies me with a soft smile playing on her lips as she steps into Kane's body and moves against him.
"Bro, you gotta try this," a voice says from the other side of us, ripping my eyes from the loved-up couple.
I find Devin standing before us with a joint between his fingers, holding it out for Leon. I tense, not knowing what to even do with it if he offers it to me.
Not expecting him to take it, seeing as he's on the team, my eyes damn near pop out of my head when Leon takes it from his fingers and moves it to his lips.
"You shouldn't do that," I blurt out. "Football."
I watch enthralled as Leon's lips purse around the end of the joint and he breathes it in.
I find myself mimicking the move, not really knowing how I feel about it but knowing that he looks hot as hell right now and downright wicked with that naughty glint in his eyes.
"It's fine," he says, smoke billowing from his mouth with each word. "It's a one-off. And we're celebrating."
"We are?" I ask, my voice slow and slurred.
"Yeah, we are."
He holds the joint out to me and I panic, shaking my head and making the room spin around me.
A wicked smile curls up at Leon's lips as he takes another hit but instead of letting it out this time, he holds it in, threads his fingers through the hair at the back of my neck and crashes his lips to mine, releasing the smoke into my mouth.
I gasp, realizing what he's doing but I can't deny that a wave of desire races through me.
"Fuck, I need you," he moans into our kiss as my head spins.
Once again he totally consumes me. I don't even realize that Devin has vanished with his joint for the longest time.
"Wanna get out of here?" Leon asks me, his eyes dark with lust and need.
The sight makes everything south of my waist clench.
"Y-yeah, but I need to pee."
"Okay." He presses his hand into the small of my back and moves me through the room, I assume toward a bathroom.
