Page 34 of Scandalous Little Obsession

"Please, don't move." His words come out breathy as he rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.

"Okay."

But my body has a mind of its own, shifting slightly. A stuttered breath leaves my lips as Leo's hands tighten on my hips.

"Angel," he whispers.

"I'm sorry. I." Shift. Grind. "Need." Push. Moan. "More."

Leo thrusts upward, causing me to suck in a deep breath and swallow my moan.

"Not here, little angel. Please. You have to stop." I've never heard a man sound so desperate before.

It doesn't help my current situation. Apparently, my body likes the sound of his voice when he begs. Only, I wish he were begging for more.

Sliding off his lap, I look down at Leo. His chin is resting on his chest, his breathing labored. When he finally looks up, his eyes find mine, but his face remains in the shadows, leaving me wondering what he's thinking.

All it takes is one look at his vacated lap to know.

"I'm sorry," I start, but he shakes his head.

"I'm not. The next time we do that"—oh, I like the sound of that—"we need to be alone. Because I won't be able to stop. I don't want to stop now."

He moves to stand in front of me, cradling my cheeks in his large hands, and kisses me softly on the lips.

"I need to leave, or I'm going to get us both in trouble, angel."

"Evie," I correct. It's the third time he's referred to me as “angel.”

"No, baby. You're my angel." His lips brush against my skin as they travel to my temple, where he kisses me. "You light up a room with your sweetness and innocence." Down to my chin. Another kiss. "Your voice is like music to my ears." Down the side of my neck, kissing a path to the center of my chest, leaving goosebumps on my flushed skin. "Your skin is so soft, addicting."

"Leo," I purr as he places his hand flat against my chest.

"I don't want to walk away from you, angel. I'll talk to your brother."

The mention of Max clears the fog from my brain in an instant. I'm suddenly aware of the fact we're standing outside my dorm, where anyone can see us. That I was basically dry humping Leo on a campus bench. People could have been walking by. My brother could have seen us.

"Don't."

Slowly lifting his head, Leo stares into my eyes and waits for me to explain. His usually light honey-brown eyes are dark, filled with lust, and look ready to devour me. All I'd have to do is say the word.

"Don't talk to Max. Don't walk away."

"I—"

"Just hear me out," I start, stepping out of his embrace and pacing back and forth in front of him as a plan begins to formulate. It's probably not my best idea ever, but it buys us a little time. "What if you don't walk away, but we don't tell Max? What if we keep this just between us for a little while, let him get used to the idea? We don't know if this will go anywhere—"

"Yes, we do."

Yes, we do.

"Well, until it does, if it does, why don't we just not say anything to Max? Why give him a reason to keep us apart? Why does he get a say anyway? He doesn't. Or, at least, he shouldn't."

My feet falter when Leo places his hand on my arm, stopping it from flailing around. My words feel as desperate as they sound.

And when I look over my shoulder at Leo, I realize this isn't about finding someone to give my virginity to anymore. That may have been how this started, but it's beyond that now. I like this guy. I crave his touch. His spicy scent. The way I feel when he looks at me the way he is right now.

Like he's dying for one more kiss.

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