Page 42 of The Fighter
“Yeah, it feels like a fucking sauna in here.”
I laughed, feeling giddy because of the strong reaction I was getting from him. “You’re just flustered because you’ve never had a woman in your bed before, aren’t you?”
He laughed back. “I’m gonna wake up soon and discover it was just a dream.”
“Oh, so you think you’re dreaming this?”
“I must be.” His hands returned to my thigh and he pushed my leg to the side a little. “It makes complete sense that I would create a scenario like this in my head, with you being vulnerable and needing my help. Soon, I’ll wake up in a bar realizing that I passed out from drinking or some shit.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. But if this is all just a creation of your imagination, then I have to wonder why I’m the only one in your bed. Why not two women – or four for that matter?”
“Jeezis, Raven.”
I giggled again. “Oh, come on. I know you are kind of boring, but I took you for a man with confidence. You don’t think you could handle more than one woman?”
“Not if they are your kind. You count for four women at least, what with your ability to break my neck if I don’t satisfy you.”
A deep roar of laughter erupted from me.
Leo was laughing too. “It’s not funny. We both know that you would taunt me for a lifetime if I disappointed you in bed, and you’d probably tell everyone at the station too.”
My white panties stood in contrast to my caramel-colored skin, and I looked down to see my hand on my belly, which was bumping up and down with laughter. “You can’t blame me for what happens in your dream, though. If you don’t satisfy me it would be because you doubt yourself, and some psychologist would get a trip out of that for sure.”
Cleaning the wound took much longer than necessary but when Leo pulled back and told me he was done, I wasn’t ready for this playful interaction to end.
“I think you did okay, Leo, but honestly, your care-giving needs that little extra touch.”
“What touch? I cleaned it and covered the wound. There’s nothing more I can do.”
“Kya always had a secret weapon when I was young.” I let my finger trail from my belly button over my panties and down my thigh to the wound. “She would kiss it to make it feel better.”
Leo’s breathing got heavier and his tone deeper. “Hmm, and would you like me to kiss you?”
I nodded and tapped my finger on my thigh. “Right here.”
Leo’s hands slid up my shins to my knees as he leaned forward and kissed my right thigh. It felt so intimate and the way he squeezed my knees made my body buzz with excitement. Pulling back, he watched me with hunger. “Anywhere else you need me to kiss you?”
“When I climbed your fence, I might have stretched a muscle.”
“Oh yeah? Where?”
I bit my lower lip and used my index finger to point to a place higher up on my inner thigh.
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat again as he moved forward again and kissed my inner thigh. I heard him inhale deeply close to my core, like he was taking in the scent of woman, and then his tongue touched my sensitive skin near the edge of my panties. It tickled and made me tense up and gasp out loud.
Leo stiffened like he had done something wrong, so I weaved my hands into his hair to signal I was okay.
Emboldened by my touching him, Leo’s hands moved up my thighs again and he pressed his face against my panties with a low growl that vibrated against my clit. “You have no idea how much I want to rip these off.”
“Then why don’t you? This is your dream, Leo.”
Lifting his head, he locked eyes with me. “Don’t fuck with me, Raven.”
My voice was bubbly from amusement. “You sure about that?”
Leo was studying me like he was trying to read me. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes, you just said it loud and clear.” I sat up and reached for the pants that he’d tossed on the bed. “You don’t want me to fuck with you, so I guess I’d better go now.”
