With Me in Seattle Bundle One (115 page)

Her bathroom is the same. Soft and pretty, but not disgustingly so. It’s comfortable.

“Sit on the side of the tub, and I’ll grab my stuff.” She turns her back to me, unzips and removes her pink hoodie, leaving a skintight tank over her yoga pants.

My hands clench into fists at my hips on the tub. Fuck, I want to touch her, cup her ass in my hands, push my face between her legs. She turns back to me, her hands full of supplies.

“Okay, this could sting a little.” She bites her lower lip and looks up at me as she squats in front of me, just inches from me. “I’m sorry.”

“Sam, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. It’s stopped bleeding.”

“I don’t want it to get infected. I’ll just clean it up.” She starts gently rubbing my knee with a warm cloth, cleaning the blood that has already begun to dry on my shin. Her sweet blonde blond head is bowed over me, concentrating on her task.

And my cock is stirring with every little touch from those amazing white-tipped fingers.

She grips my calf firmly in one hand to steady me, and I flinch, imagining her gripping my dick in the same way.

“Did I hurt you?” She backs away, eyes wide, and glances up at me with worry.

“No, sorry.”

“I don’t think you need a Band-Aid or anything.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I murmur and chuckle. “See? It’s no big deal.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you,” she mutters.

“Sam, I’m fine. I’ve had much worse, trust me.”

She sets the cloth aside, and I take her hands in mine before she can stand and move away. I like having her this close.

She smells fucking amazing.

“Why do you flinch when I touch you?” I murmur and tilt her chin back to look her in the eye.

She frowns and a light pink blush moves over her cheeks.

I run my fingers down her face and trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “Tell me. I enjoy touching you.”

She swallows and briefly frowns again. “I guess I’m just not used to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I spend most of my time alone, Leo. Unless I’m around my family, which isn’t often, I’m not touched much.” She shrugs and looks down. “I’m just not a touchy-feely person.”

“Okay.” God, she breaks my heart and makes me want to scoop her up and keep her in my arms all the time.

That wouldn’t go over well with this independent, stubborn woman.

“I bet you’re touched all the time.” She smirks.

“Why?” I ask. We’re still face-to-face, inches apart. I don’t want to move.

“Fans. Groupies. People who want a piece of you.”

“The fans are great and, yes, can be a bit gropy.” I smirk. “I haven’t paid attention to the groupies in a long time.”

Her wide eyes find mine again. Does she think I fuck every woman who comes on to me?

Okay, I used to, but I was a kid.

“Really?”

I run my fingers down her cheek again and smile down at her. “I let the roadies have them.”

“Perk of the job,” she returns with a chuckle.

“They don’t complain,” I agree. “You smell good,” I whisper. Her sweet, light scent is all around me. She smells like vanilla with a hint of lemons.

Sunshine.

Her breath catches, and her eyes fall to my lips, and I know I’m a goner.

“I’m going to kiss you, Samantha,” I whisper.

~Samantha~

“Thank God,” I whisper, watching his lips, that piercing. He’s been touching me all week, a brush here, a hug there, but he hasn’t kissed me since that moment on my parents’ porch.

I never knew I could crave a kiss so much.

He smirks, his eyes happy and hot, runs those callused fingertips down both of my cheeks and tilts my head back.

I brace my hands on the tub at his hips as he leans down and lightly, softly brushes his lips over mine. He nibbles the corner of my mouth, and then moves in, grips my ponytail in one fist to keep my head tilted back. His other hand wraps around my neck and cheek, and he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.

Like he just can’t get close enough to me.

The feeling is entirely mutual.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on, moving from a squat to my knees, and lean into him. I swear someone turned the heat up in my apartment. I’m hot and bothered, literally.

He moves his hand from my hair, down my back, and cups my ass.

He backs away, breathing hard, eyes shining with lust. “Are you seeing anyone?”

I shake my head and lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls back, his face still so serious.

“Fucking anyone?”

“Brandon moved.”

“Who’s Brandon?”

“Former fuck buddy.” Why are we talking?

“How long?” he asks, eyes narrowed, watching me.

“A few months.” I take his face in my hands and frown up at him. “What’s this about?”

“I don’t want to move in on another guy’s territory, and I don’t share.”

Wow.

“I’m single.” I frown again. “But we aren’t—”

“Oh, I think we are,” he interrupts, his gaze challenging me. He grips my ass harder and stands, easily pulling me to my feet. “I can’t let go of you,” he whispers.

“You have to let go of me,” I whisper back and try to jerk away, but he scowls and tightens his arms. “Let go,” I repeat, stronger.

He sighs and lets go and steps back. His face is grim. His tall, lean body is in his usual black T-shirt and running shorts, but the shorts are tented just a bit.

I bite my lip and then offer him a small smile before pulling my tank and bra over my head and tossing them to the tile floor.

I hear his breath catch but stay on task, peeling my yoga pants and panties off.

He’s frozen in place, his stormy eyes wide and his mouth agape, taking me in. His hands are fisting, like he wants to touch me but is trying to hold himself back.

“Your belly button is pierced,” he whispers almost to himself, and I chuckle.

“Yeah.” I look down at the diamond hanging from my navel and grin. “It was my one rebellion when I was in high school. Aerosmith’s
Cryin’
had just come out, and most girls just had to have their navels pierced.”

“It’s fucking hot.”

“Get naked.” I step toward him, but he puts his hand up, his eyes pinned to my own.

“Are you sure?”

“Leo, I don’t invite many men to my home. I certainly don’t invite many men to get naked. I think I mean it.”

He searches my face for a moment longer and then, instead of taking off his clothes as directed, he rushes to me, picks me up and sits me on my sink and kisses me silly.

This man can seriously fucking kiss.

I catch his piercing in my teeth and pull gently, making him laugh.

“You like it rough, sunshine?” he asks me.

“Yeah, actually, I do.”

“Good, you’ll get it. You’ll get it soft, too.” He traces my ear with his tongue, sending shivers down my spine.

“Rough works for me.”

He bites my ear, hard, making me yelp, then soothes it with his tongue.

“I’ll take you hard, and soft, and every way in between.” He grips my face in his hands and looks down at me, his nose touching mine. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

Oh God, yes!

“And I’m going to make love to you until you’re shaking and don’t remember who you are.”

His big hands glide up my arms and then cup my breasts gently. His thumbs tweak my nipples, making them pucker even more than they were, and I didn’t think that was possible.

He’s found a direct line to my pussy, and I squirm.

I push my hands under his shirt and find warm skin and smooth muscle.

“Want to see you,” I murmur and nibble his bottom lip, next to his piercing.

He steps back and reaches an arm over his head, grips his shirt at the shoulder blade and pulls it over his head in that sexy way men do. He shucks his running shorts, toes off his shoes, and there he is.

Buck-ass naked.

He steps back between my knees, resting his hard erection against me, and kisses me some more. I don’t think I’ve been kissed this much in my whole life.

I like it.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs.

I look up to find him staring at my back in the mirror and smile.

“So are you.”

“I’m a guy.”

“So?”

“I’m not beautiful.” He gives me a mock glare and then bends down to suck my nipple.

“Your art is,” I reply breathlessly and twine my fingers in his hair. “You know, I have a bed.”

“Good idea.”

Before I can hop off the sink, he lifts me easily and carries me to the bed, pulls the covers back and climbs onto the mattress still cradling me to his front, my arms and legs wrapped around him.

He lays me down and latches on to my nipple again, his hands roaming over my torso, my arms…
everywhere.

Suddenly, he flips me over.

“Good idea,” I mutter and try to lift my ass in the air, but he laughs and pushes me back down.

“Not yet, sugar, I’m enjoying you.”

“Just do it. I’m ready.” I squirm under him, ready to feel him inside me, but he covers me with that lean body of his, kisses my shoulder, and nibbles my ear.

“Relax.”

“Just fuck me, Leo.”

He lifts off of me and turns me onto my back again, his face serious. “No. I’m not going to
just fuck you
.”

“Fine.” I try to roll away, but he holds on to me.

“I’m going to enjoy you, damn it.” He kisses me hard, demanding, rough, pulls my hair free of its band and plunges his fingers into it as he makes love to my mouth.

I can’t help but run my hands over his arms, his shoulders, reveling in the smooth skin, despite the colorful riot of ink that covers them.

“Enjoy this, Sam,” he whispers and kisses me softly, completely different from his kiss a moment ago, sending me spiraling into a tailspin.

Just when I think I’ve figured him out, he changes it up on me.

I can’t have sex with him in this position.

He kisses down to my breasts, nibbling and sucking, and then moves down to my navel.

“I fucking love this,” he mutters and kisses it chastely.

“I’m glad.” I smile down at him.

He grins back, kisses it again and then moves south.

“Pink,” he whispers.

“What?”

“Your pussy is pink. I’ve wondered if your pussy is as pink as your lips since the day I met you.”

“What?” I lift up onto my elbows and stare down at him, open-mouthed.

“It is,” he assures me and nuzzles it with his nose, and then spreads my thighs wider, opening me up to him, and licks me from my folds to my clit, in one long lick.

“Oh God,” I groan and lie back, flinging an arm over my face. Oral sex always makes me nervous.

It’s too intimate.

But I don’t want to tell him to stop. He’s too damn good at it.

He pulls my labia into his mouth and sucks with little pulses, pushes his hands under my ass to tilt my pelvis up for him, and plunges that delicious tongue deep inside me.

I cry out and grip the cool sheets in my fists, writhing against his face. He gentles his strokes and then closes his mouth and rubs that metal against my lips and up over my clit, catching it in the loop, and pulls up, then captures my nub in his mouth and sucks.

Hard.

I plant my heels on his back and come apart, pushing my pelvis up, and begging him to never stop.

Holy fucking hell that piercing is going to kill me.

He releases my clit and kisses it gently, and as I come down from my high, he gently kisses and massages my pussy with his fingers, crooning to me, but I can’t understand the words.

Finally, he climbs back up my body, leaving wet kisses in his wake, and settles himself between my legs. He pushes my hair off my face and kisses me softly.

I can taste myself, and it turns me on all over again.

“I taste good on your lips,” I whisper.

His eyes flare in lust. “You are amazing, sunshine.”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask and slowly thrum my fingers up and down his back.

He looks like he’s thinking about it, a small frown forming between his eyebrows, but he smiles down at me. “Because of your pretty blond hair.”

“Huh.” I rotate my hips and feel his erection against my core. “You need to wrap that bad boy up, my friend. There are condoms in the bedside table.”
And I need you off of me.

“I thought you didn’t invite men here.” He pushes off of me and opens the drawer, pulls out a condom and rolls it on.

“I
rarely
invite men here, and it’s good to be prepared.” Before he can climb back on top of me, I straddle his lap, knees planted at his hips, and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands immediately roam all over my back, and I moan softly.

It feels so good to be touched!

He grips my hips and lifts me gently until the head of his beautiful cock is poised to sink inside me.

“Are you ready?” he asks against my lips.

I kiss him and push down slowly, groaning with him as he impales me all the way to my cervix.

“Fucking A, you feel good, sunshine.”

“Mmm.” I agree and begin to move, clenching around him, riding him.

“Fuck,” he whispers again and looks down to watch. “That’s sexy.”

He leans back on his elbows, bends his knees, and begins to buck, pushing in and out of me hard.

It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.

“God, Leo,” I whimper and lose myself in him, riding him so hard my legs start to shake.

He pushes one hand between us and worries my clit with his thumb, and I cry out.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” He pushes harder with his hips, presses harder with his thumb, and I come undone at the seams, moaning his name.

He sits up again and grips my hips firmly, impaling himself all the way, and follows me into his own orgasm, growling as he spills himself inside me.

“Damn, baby,” he whispers and pushes my hair behind my ears. “You are incredible.” He kisses my breasts, my collarbones, and then my chin.

“You’re no amateur yourself,” I murmur and chuckle when he bites my neck playfully.

“Let me stay,” he whispers, his eyes happy and on mine.

I can’t resist him. I nod happily and twine my arms around his neck. “Stay.”