Page 122 of The Retaliation You Deliver
I stare at the modern angular building before us. It doesn’t look like all that much from the road, but something tells me that the other side is going to be a whole other story because I can tell from here that it looks right out over the ocean.
“Really?”
“Really, baby. Wanna go check it out?”
“Hell yes,” I say, jumping into action and racing from the car, much to Leon’s amusement.
He catches up with me and throws his arm around my shoulders as we walk toward the front door and he finds the key hidden in a little security box.
He turns to me with the key dangling from his finger and his eyes dancing with excitement.
My breath catches in my throat at the happiness bleeding from him.
“Fuck,” he suddenly barks, startling me. “Fuck.” All the air rushes from my lungs as my back hits the wall beside the door. “I love you,” he blurts out before slamming his lips down on mine in a bruising kiss.
His hands are everywhere as if he can’t figure out which part of me he wants to touch first as his tongue twists with mine and our teeth clash with the ferocity of the kiss.
Not content with only pressing me into the wall, he reaches down and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding his hips, showing me just how much he needs me.
“Leon,” I moan, my head falling back when he starts kissing down my neck.
“Need. Inside. Now,” he growls between kisses.
I have no idea if he means me or the beach house but I also don’t care.
I soon get my answer when he pulls me from the wall and walks with me to the front door which he damn near throws open as he marches inside.
“Oh wow, it’s beautiful,” I breathe, getting the very briefest of glances at the mostly white modern interior.
The second he leans over, I forget all about looking around and instead cling onto his shoulders and stare into his heated eyes.
“Lee?”
“I need you, Macie. I need you so fucking bad.”
My back connects with the stairs, which thankfully are covered in a thick, soft carpet a second before his fingers flick the button on my jeans and he impatiently tugs them down my legs, throwing them off.
My panties go next, but he’s even more impatient and instead of removing them, just rips them clean from my body.
“Oh God,” I moan as the cool air surrounds my heated, sensitive skin.
Wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs, spreading them, he pushes me up the stairs a little, dropping to his knees on a step a few lower down.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before surging forward and sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Oh shit,” I cry, my back arching against the stairs as the sensation overwhelms me. “Oh fuck.”
My fingers twist in his hair but I have no clue if I want to drag him closer or push him away.
It’s too much, so intense, yet so freaking good.
“Come on my face, baby,” he growls against me, his deep voice vibrating through my body, making my release surge forward faster.
Pushing two fingers into me, he curls them, hitting that incredible spot that he’s found and in only a few more licks, I’m falling over the edge, crying out his name as my thighs clamp around his head.
I’m still blissed out on the high when he pulls away from me, but aftershocks still making their way through my body mean I barely notice. That all changes though when he pushes the head of his cock against my entrance.
“Ready to go again?” he asks, a wicked smirk on his lips while my release still glistens on his stubbled chin.
