Ireallylike this new rule.
I like it even better when he crowds me down onto the bed, hands gripped tight behind his back, his chest and hungry mouth nudging me to lie flat.
“Get your leggings off,” he says, tearing his mouth away to speak. The breath’s sawing in and out of his lungs. “Your weird top, too. I want your nipples. I want to taste you all over, Mia.”
And maybe this is pushing his luck, maybe this is testing our new rule to its limit, but I amin.Baby, I am all in.
The leggings snag on my thighs, the stiff material chafing against my skin. I yank them all the way down, clumsy and hurried, then kick them off onto the floor. My crop top goes next, tossed across the compartment to the other bench, and then I’m lying beneath Leo Palladino, dressed only in my bridal underwear.
He grits his teeth. A tendon stands out in his neck.
And Leo’s curls shift as he jerks his chin at my white satin thong. “Was that for me?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, hard enough to hurt. “It still is.”
Leo groans, and then his wholefacesmushes into my belly. I give a strangled shout, gasping with laughter, because his hair and his stubble are ticklish, damn it, and what the hell is he doing? Plunging my fingers into his hair, I scratch at his scalp.
“Leo, I ran for hours. I need a shower. I’ll be gross.”
“Don’t care.” His words are muffled against my stomach. He’slickingme, trailing hot, biting kisses. Going down to nibble on my hip, then trailing back up to my matching white satin bra. “Off. Take this off.”
It takes some wriggling, and I catch him with my elbow, but then the bra goes too, sailing through the air.
I’ve barely laid back down before Leo sucks a nipple into his mouth. He’s taking the No Hands rule seriously still, but apparently rubbing his whole face against me is now fair game. And I’m not gonna complain, not gonna do anything but lie here and moan and urge him on, tugging at his hair and pressing up harder against his mouth.
God. Would our wedding night have been like this? Would we have made it that long, or would he have claimed me in the back room of the church? In the car? At the reception?
This could have been my husband. I gasp against the sudden fierce ache.
“So perfect,” Leo’s snarling. “So fucking perfect, Mia. I knew it.” He trails back down my belly, and god, I can’t breathe.
He pauses below my belly button, ragged breath hot against my skin. “I want to keep going.” Each word punches out of him, like he’s in pain. “Want to taste your pussy. Yes?”
“Yes.” I reach for my thong, lifting my hips, but Leo’s already there, dragging it down with his teeth. It snags on my thighs and he tugs harder. Growls in the back of his throat until the fine thread snaps.
“Fuck.” Leo spits the remains of my white satin thong onto the train floor. “That broke fast. If you were mine, I’d buy you better panties, Mia. Ones that put up a good fight.”
I grab his shirt and tug him down for another kiss, giggling. And I cantastemyself on him, taste the faint musk of my sweat on his lips. It really has been a long day.
“Um.” He’s kissing back down my body again. Licking and nipping. “It’s—those leggings were kind of swampy. I’m not sure this is a good idea—”
A sharp nip on my hip bone. “Do I seem like a weak bitch to you? Open up.”
My legs fall open, unbidden, and then those fathomless eyes stare into the most secret parts of me. The parts of me that no one else has ever seen.
And on some level I must have known that he might catch me, that we might end up here, because I waxed for our wedding night, didn’t I? I tidied it up and left only a strip of short, dark hair.
“You’re wet.” His voice is like gravel. “I can see it, Mia. Don’t even need to go in there to know it, you’re so swollen and slippery.”
Oh, shit. I whine, rocking my hips up against the cool air. Is he gonna do anything about it, or is this all meant to torture me? Maybe this is my jilted groom’struerevenge.
Make me moan. Make me lie back and open my legs. Make mebeg, if not with my words then with my eyes. And I couldn’t even blame him for it, I’d understand the need for vengeance, but Leo doesn’t leave me hanging like I fear.
I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that the wild kingpin is a better person than me.
And when his hot mouth closes over my pussy, I cry out his name.
Leo