Page 119 of Wildcat
His grin is slow, and he’s quiet for several seconds like he’s soaking in my words.
Blythe steps up to us out of breath. “You two might want to take security when you leave. They’re camped out waiting for another glimpse of you.”
“I’m sorry,” Leo says to her. “No comment would have made things easier, huh?”
She laughs. “What fun would my job be if you always did what I said?”
I’d been standing with Dakota and Jade when I was waiting for Leo, and they find us, bringing along Maverick, Ash, and a few other guys from the team.
“Dude. That was amazing.” Maverick slings an arm around Leo’s shoulders. “We have to celebrate.”
“Wild’s?” Ash asks.
“Nah.” Leo looks at me. “Party at my place.”
Ash chuckles. “For real? Hot tub?”
“Yep.” He pops the p. “You’ll let the boys know? I need an hour’s head start.”
Jade hugs me and makes her excuses to find Sam, so they can talk about her, or I guess, their engagement.
I ride with Leo to his place. The team won’t be far behind, even with the hour warning, but neither of us cares. He drags me upstairs to his room, and his mouth slants over mine. Oh, how I missed this.
“I’d go to jail for you too,” I say, and we both burst into laughter. “I meant it to sound sweet.”
We start laughing again so hard that tears form in my eyes.
“Let’s try to stay out of the clink.” His hands cup my ass through my jeans. “I like sharing the same air as you.”
“And the same bed.” We both eye the king-size mattress. There are things to discuss, but I’ve missed him so much.
I thread my fingers into his thick hair at the nape of his neck and lift onto my toes to kiss him. Our mouths linger there, the smallest contact, reveling in the feeling. We’re so good like this. We’re good, period.
“I want this to work,” I breathe him in.
“It will.” He lifts me into his arms and places me on the bed.
Slow isn’t working for either of us anymore, and I scramble to undo his pants as he kicks off his shoes and basically rips off my shirt.
His big hands go straight for my boobs, and he squeezes them together like he’s refamiliarizing himself with my chest. His trance continues until I wrap my fingers around his shaft. His lids close, and he lets out a low groan.
“Need you,” he mutters.
We hurry out of the rest of our clothes, and he quickly pushes inside, like waiting another second might physically harm him.
“Oh goddamn.” Leo rests his forehead against mine.
There is no other feeling like this with him. We fit together so perfectly.
I’m certain if I could bottle up this feeling, this connection with another soul, I could solve all of the world’s problems.
“Love you, dream girl,” he whispers.
The next morning,we’re downstairs, and I’m in my favorite spot on the couch next to Leo.
Dakota and Maverick ended up crashing here, so did Tyler.
Ash comes through the front door in sweats and a t-shirt, bags looped over each arm and a tray of coffees in one hand.
