eyes to molten chocolate. “But now I see the coming of the dawn. The promise of safe harbor.”
I swear, this was one of the most overwhelming moments of my life. I stared at him, seeing only confidence and honesty in his face—along with a good dose of lust. Unable to handle this…whatever it was going on between us, I slammed the shot glass and gasped. “Holy crap!”
His white teeth gleamed as he smiled at me. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, that was strong stuff.”
“Not a whisky drinker?”
“Uh, no. I’m more of a sangria kind of girl.”
“Noted.”
Not knowing what to do with myself, I balled my hands together in my lap, clasping my fingers so tightly they hurt. Was he going to kiss me? Was I supposed to kiss him? A quick glance at his face revealed his expression had once again shut down as he stared at my bunched hands.
I quickly unclasped them, stretching my fingers slightly and almost sighing with relief when he looked away. He crossed his legs and I realized for the first time he’d removed his shoes at some point, leaving his feet clad in black socks. I flexed my own bare feet against the floor, trying to think of something witty, something urbane to break the silence. My comment about the painting had pretty much used up my pool of small talk. If he didn’t say or do something soon, I’d start talking about the freaking weather just to hear something other than the pounding of my heart.
“Do I intimidate you?”
“Yes.”
“Do I scare you?”
“No.”
“Not even a little bit? I’m a very big man, and you’re a delicate girl.”
I scoffed at him. “I’m not as fragile as I look.”
“You remind me of Audrey Hepburn.”
Without my permission, my inner insecure preteen self peeked out and said, “Really?”
He nodded solemnly. “You have the most graceful neck, and your eyes are as large and captivating as hers were. But your mouth…I am obsessed with your mouth. I think about it all the time, all the things I want to do to your lips, all the ways I want to corrupt you. Would you enjoy that, Hannah? Being corrupted by me?”
“Absolutely.” I blinked rapidly as my entire body heated. “It’s hot in here.”
He took me in his arms and cradled me to his chest, my body going limp with relaxation as my thoughts became disconnected, drifting.
The last thing I remember is Leo tracing the side of my jaw with his thumb, a look of triumph gracing his hard face.
Chapter 3
Leo
Her eyelids fluttered shut over her extraordinary honey-brown and amber-flecked eyes, the naturally dark lashes sweeping to the curves of her high cheekbones, drawing my eyes to the unlined, almost childlike perfection of her ivory skin.
A thrill ran through me as I rubbed my nose along her cheek, savoring the feeling of her like an addict taking his first hit of opium. Having the woman I’m obsessed with close enough to smell, to taste, drives me crazy. My dick couldn’t get any harder, and I had a difficult time remembering why she’s here with me tonight. How much work has gone into this moment.
Once again I lost myself in leaning down so I could rub my lips against her fine hair, the softness making me think of what it would feel like to wrap all that silkiness around my cock.
There wasn’t a part of Hannah I didn’t want to both defile and revere.
To be honest, I’d all but forgotten about the girl I’d talked with in the waiting room of the hospital other than a random thought now and again, but some part of me had remembered the cadence of her words, the color of her eyes. When she’d waited on me at that diner a year ago, she was shy, sweet, funny, and when her hand brushed mine as I held my coffee cup steady, a flurry of sparks raced through my body, lighting up previously unused pleasure centers in my brain. Yes, I’ve had sex, and yes it has been pleasurable, but I’ve never felt the instant, enslaving blow of the need to own a woman that has made men stupid since the
I swear, this was one of the most overwhelming moments of my life. I stared at him, seeing only confidence and honesty in his face—along with a good dose of lust. Unable to handle this…whatever it was going on between us, I slammed the shot glass and gasped. “Holy crap!”
His white teeth gleamed as he smiled at me. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, that was strong stuff.”
“Not a whisky drinker?”
“Uh, no. I’m more of a sangria kind of girl.”
“Noted.”
Not knowing what to do with myself, I balled my hands together in my lap, clasping my fingers so tightly they hurt. Was he going to kiss me? Was I supposed to kiss him? A quick glance at his face revealed his expression had once again shut down as he stared at my bunched hands.
I quickly unclasped them, stretching my fingers slightly and almost sighing with relief when he looked away. He crossed his legs and I realized for the first time he’d removed his shoes at some point, leaving his feet clad in black socks. I flexed my own bare feet against the floor, trying to think of something witty, something urbane to break the silence. My comment about the painting had pretty much used up my pool of small talk. If he didn’t say or do something soon, I’d start talking about the freaking weather just to hear something other than the pounding of my heart.
“Do I intimidate you?”
“Yes.”
“Do I scare you?”
“No.”
“Not even a little bit? I’m a very big man, and you’re a delicate girl.”
I scoffed at him. “I’m not as fragile as I look.”
“You remind me of Audrey Hepburn.”
Without my permission, my inner insecure preteen self peeked out and said, “Really?”
He nodded solemnly. “You have the most graceful neck, and your eyes are as large and captivating as hers were. But your mouth…I am obsessed with your mouth. I think about it all the time, all the things I want to do to your lips, all the ways I want to corrupt you. Would you enjoy that, Hannah? Being corrupted by me?”
“Absolutely.” I blinked rapidly as my entire body heated. “It’s hot in here.”
He took me in his arms and cradled me to his chest, my body going limp with relaxation as my thoughts became disconnected, drifting.
The last thing I remember is Leo tracing the side of my jaw with his thumb, a look of triumph gracing his hard face.
Chapter 3
Leo
Her eyelids fluttered shut over her extraordinary honey-brown and amber-flecked eyes, the naturally dark lashes sweeping to the curves of her high cheekbones, drawing my eyes to the unlined, almost childlike perfection of her ivory skin.
A thrill ran through me as I rubbed my nose along her cheek, savoring the feeling of her like an addict taking his first hit of opium. Having the woman I’m obsessed with close enough to smell, to taste, drives me crazy. My dick couldn’t get any harder, and I had a difficult time remembering why she’s here with me tonight. How much work has gone into this moment.
Once again I lost myself in leaning down so I could rub my lips against her fine hair, the softness making me think of what it would feel like to wrap all that silkiness around my cock.
There wasn’t a part of Hannah I didn’t want to both defile and revere.
To be honest, I’d all but forgotten about the girl I’d talked with in the waiting room of the hospital other than a random thought now and again, but some part of me had remembered the cadence of her words, the color of her eyes. When she’d waited on me at that diner a year ago, she was shy, sweet, funny, and when her hand brushed mine as I held my coffee cup steady, a flurry of sparks raced through my body, lighting up previously unused pleasure centers in my brain. Yes, I’ve had sex, and yes it has been pleasurable, but I’ve never felt the instant, enslaving blow of the need to own a woman that has made men stupid since the
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