Page 63 of The Ruckup
“You cook for me. You got me a pet.” His lips barely quirk. “You entertain me with your stories about old ladies in the mob.”
I frown at both the reminder and his assessment. “That’s not even close to the way you’ve cared for me. Encouraged me. Did everything in your power to give me what I wanted.” I rest my hands on his chest, letting them glide over his wet skin. “I want to do that for you.”
Leo’s palm comes to my face. “You have given me everything I want, Miss Miller.” His thumb skates across my lips. “All I want is you.”
I can’t imagine that’s really the case, but it’s a nice thought.
And one I’m happy to indulge, because right now all I want is him.
“Then you can have me.”
Pushing up onto my toes, I brush my lips against his, my wet skin sliding against the hard planes of his body in the most sensual way. I reach between us to find his straining length.
Leo hisses as I grip him tight, the water easing the way as I stroke him from root to tip. I watch his face as I fist his cock, taking in the lines of his features. The slight bit of stubble shadowing his skin.
His lashes are longer than I realized, lying black and thick against his tanned skin as his head tips back, jaw tight, the muscles of his neck straining more with each pass of my hand over him. His tongue slides over his lips as a masculine groan passes between them.
He’s beautiful, and the sight of him thrusting into my hand as the water sluices down his body is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Watching what I’m doing to him is like a drug. The flex of his muscles. The jerk of his hips. The deep rumble of a groan when I add my other hand, gently stroking the sensitive skin of his sack as I continue to work his length.
“Maddie.”
The sound of my name is everything. Feeding a part of me I thought withered and died. A victim of a life fulfilling other people’s expectations.
I kiss him, putting everything I have into it, hoping somehow it will show him how much I need him. How grateful I am to have him in my life.
Helping me find my way through it.
Leo growls deep in his chest, pulling my hand off his body before switching off the water. He keeps my body against his as he steps out of the shower, bringing me along. I don’t have time to get cold before I’m wrapped in a fluffy towel. He gives me a stern look. “You need to sleep.”
I shake my head. “I need you.”
Letting my towel drop to the floor I flatten one hand against his damp chest, pushing Leo into the bedroom. “I need to be close to you.” I give him a little shove when he reaches the bed and he tips back onto the mattress.
I climb on top of him, my knees pressing into the blankets at each side of his hips.
His eyes stay fused to mine as I push him backward, following him down. I should probably do all the things to him that he does to me, but I’m impatient. After being without him—thinking I’d never have him again—I want Leo as close as he can get.
Leo must want the same thing because his hands grip my hips as he lifts under me, filling me in one slow, easy move. I pull in a breath as he lowers and pushes up again, knocking me a little off balance.
Leo’s fingers lace with mine, providing what I need like he always does. Supporting me while I claim one more thing for myself.
Him.
I try to find a rhythm, I really do, but my body is tired. Leo uses his grip on my hands to pull me down until my belly rests against his.
The different position takes the necessary work from an up and down movement to more of a rocking motion. It’s easier. We’re closer.
And that changes everything.
Just like he has.
Leo growls encouragement against my skin as we move together, filling space around us with words I’ve never heard from anyone but him.
That I’m brilliant.
That I’m beautiful.
