“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you fall off there,” he warned.
“I’m not gonna fall.” I grinned down at him. “I’m gonna jump.”
“Hadley…”
“Three seconds macho man. Release her or I jump.” I knew how to take a fall—bend your knees and roll with the momentum. If Simon had done anything right, it was to teach me how to fight, shoot and get myself out of any kind of situation I might find myself in.
“One…”
“Hadley…” he warned again, this time a little sterner. I could see he was concerned about how this would play out.
“Two…”
He brought Macy around to the front of his body as he came closer. He wasn’t sure if I was bluffing.
I wasn’t.
“Three.”
It all happened in less than a few seconds. He dropped Macy to her feet just as I pushed off the surface and launched myself into the air. I was prepared for the impact of the ground, but what I wasn’t prepared for was him to step in and catch my body mid-flight.
His arms went around me, and I let out an ‘oomph’ as I connected with him. He stumbled back a few feet but managed to stay standing. Leo was as solid as they come. His body was hard like stone.
My arms went around his neck and I pulled my legs up, wrapping them around his waist. The mini skirt I was wearing, riding right up to my hips.
“Fucking Christ, woman.”
“Macy… run!” I yelled. The girl stared at me for a second in awe of what had just happened before a huge smile grew and she turned and pumped her little legs, carrying her toward the clubhouse.
When I saw her finally slip inside, I pulled my head back and smirked. My face was only inches from Leo’s. His features formed a soft scowl as our eyes connected. “We won,” I whispered.
One of his hands moved from around my waist and ran down my back. It ran over the curve of my ass until he had his hand firmly gripping one cheek. He squeezed and my hips unconsciously pressed forward, I could feel his belt buckle rub against my panties causing a strange but erotic sensation.
“Self-sacrifice is not always the best strategy,” he murmured.
Suddenly, I wasn’t so cocky. He walked forward, pressing my spine against one of the wooden poles that held the playground up. His torso pressed against my body, holding me in place. I ground my hips against him again, part of me aching to get more comfortable, the other part dying to feel that sensation of his buckle against my clit again. He growled, low and deep in his throat. The sound only adding to the pleasure.
“Would have done it a lot sooner if I’d known this would be the result,” I whispered breathlessly.
His mouth closed in on mine, his warm breath fanning against my lips. With one hand firmly under my ass holding me up, and my back pressed hard against the wood, his free hand moved up my side, his fingers slipping under my shirt and brushing against my bare skin. My mouth dropped open as he made his way up, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
When he reached my bra, his large hand wiggled underneath the wire cup and covered my breast in its entirety. I gasped, and my head dropped back as my nipple slid between the length of his fingers before he closed them tightly around it, tweaking the hardened bud.
“Leo,” I whispered, my mouth suddenly running dry. But I knew where all the moisture had gone, it was soaking my panties.
The bristles of his short beard tickled against my neck as he dipped his head and began a trail of kisses across the sensitive skin. “You won, huh?”
“Mmm…” was the only answer I could come up with.
“Guess you want a prize now, huh?” I don’t know if it was the sound of his voice or the promise of something more, but he had me practically begging for it.
“Yes. Please.”
I was panting in need by this stage.
I wanted him so badly.
I needed him.