“We do this my way, okay? It would kill me if I hurt you tonight.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
“My way. Do you promise?”
She nodded.
25
Being made love to by Leo Perez was like being caught up in a summer rainstorm. You were going to come away wet and with rainbows in your eyes.
Now that he was naked, he had her caught up in his arms, careful to not touch her bruise. Instead, he concentrated on every other part of her body. His hands were decadent. They weren’t soft, they were work-roughened, and felt so good as they glided over her skin. Every place he touched, sparks fired.
Whenever she tried to move or adjust her position, he would remind her that this was ‘his way’. Who was she to disagree?
When he kissed the back of her knee and then licked it, she thought she would shoot through the ceiling. Who knew there were so many nerve endings there? Then when she tried to reach up, he told her no.
“That hurts your shoulder. Put your hand here, and keep it there.”
Bossy much?
She kept her hand by her waist, and it did feel better on her shoulder, but she could still touch him with her other hand, and she was going to enjoy herself. Daisy was addicted to running her fingers through Leo’s chest hair. When she felt his fingers delve between her legs, she raked one fingernail against his nipple and he groaned.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
How can he talk? I’m going to explode.
She was lost in a world of sensation. She was floating. That was when she realized he was moving her. She was at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling on either side of Leo, who was kneeling on the floor.
She looked over her tummy at him and he had a rakish grin on his face.
“My way.”
“Paybacks are a bitch, remember that, Mr. Perez.” When did her voice get that breathy?
The feel of his laughter wafted over her sex, just as his tongue started a sensual seduction. Daisy couldn’t do anything but feel as first one finger, then another entered her already-swollen tissues. A bubble of feeling started to swell in her chest. It was as if he wasn’t just capturing her passion, he was taking control of her heart, her emotions…
“Stop!”
Leo lifted his head immediately.
“Make love to me. You make me feel so much, Leo. With everything that’s going on inside me, I just need us to be together. Now.”
He stood up and looked deeply into her eyes. His smile was so loving. Another thing that made her heart swell.
He stood at the end of the bed, his erection rising thick and straight and it was all for her. She reached for him.
“Keep your hand down, Daisy,” he reminded her.
His hands smoothed down both of her thighs, then he lifted up her legs and positioned them around his waist.
Oh, this will work. This will absolutely work.
In one slow thrust, he possessed her, and just like that, she felt her body start to edge toward freefall. Daisy started trembling at the feel of him as he pushed high and up, causing even more tingling pulses to drive her hotter and higher.
She watched him closely, making sure that he was with her. Was he feeling what she was? Was his heart swelling? Was Leo feeling more than physical passion?
“Daisy.” His smile caused her to gasp.
Again he plunged upwards, taking her to unknown heights, but always, his eyes were locked on hers, watching, waiting.
She clasped her legs around his waist even tighter, never wanting to let go, always wanting to be connected to this man. She needed him like rainbows needed sun and rain. He was hers.
“Don’t leave me, Leo.”
“I’m not. I promise. I’m not.”
She clutched him tighter. Her legs, her sheath, her hands gripped his forearms. She needed to know he was real, that he was hers.
“You’re killing me, Daisy,” he gasped. “Come for me.”
“Not without you,” she cried out. She couldn’t explain it, but they had to be together in this always.
Always.
Together.
Tears dripped down her temples.
He moved his hand and his thumb brushed her clit, circling it. She shattered, shouting his name. Begging him to come with her.
“I’m here, Daisy. Always.”
Something was tickling her neck.
Daisy brushed at it with her fingers, trying to make it go away, but it stayed. Again, she felt something around her neck. It seemed familiar, but not really. She looked over her shoulder and found Leo lying on his side, one arm curled around her, sound asleep. But as soon as she lifted up to leave the bed, his eyes popped open.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“S’okay. Come back soon. Like having you in my arms.”
She hurried to the connecting bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the light. She had to blink a couple of times to adjust her eyes, then she went over to the mirror to see what was around her neck.
It was a St. Christopher’s necklace. But it wasn’t hers. It had a different gold chain and a different medal. But that’s what it was. She held onto the medal, letting her hand warm it. She breathed deep, wet gulps of air. Leo had done this. He had gotten her a new necklace.
Who else would think to do this?
She looked at herself in the mirror.
“I’m so scared, but it doesn’t matter, because I love him so much,” she whispered to her image. “I’m happier to be in love and to tell him I love him, than scared if he rejects me.”
She grabbed for some toilet paper to wipe away a
