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PROLOGUE
ARIA
“This changes nothing between us,” I remind Leo as I lift my blue cashmere sweater up over my head and toss it onto the marble floor. His large hands find my hips and he pulls me flush against his body. “If we do this, it doesn’t mean I like you. This doesn’t make us friends.”
“Likewise,” he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. His leg presses between mine, inching me back until I hit the wall of my foyer. “I never said I liked you, nor did I say I wanted to be your friend.”
His lips find the side of my neck as he trails them along my skin. He doesn’t kiss me, but I can faintly smell the spearmint on his breath, undoubtedly from the mint he was chewing on after practice. He waited until everyone else had left before approaching me. Heaven forbid Leo Wells gets caught talking to me and being nice.
Leo breaks away from teasing and tasting my skin. I inhale a lungful of oxygen as he stares down at me. His gaze is hooded, his eyes darkening as he rakes them over my face. It’s like he can’t decide what he wants to do with me. When he kissed me at the rink, he caught me off guard, but it was also something that had been building between us for months.
I don’t have to like him to want him.
My chest rises and falls in rapid succession. I’m trapped under his gaze, but I don’t find myself wanting to hide from him. I want him to see all of me—to want all of me. My hands shake ever so slightly as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Leo’s eyes widen, his pupils constrict, and I watch the muscle in his jaw tighten as I drop my bra onto the ground.
“Goddammit, Aria,” he groans, closing his eyes as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. It falls just above his eyebrows in light brown tousled waves. “I could stare at you forever.”
A smile dances across my lips as I take a step toward him. “You don’t like me, Leo.”
“I don’t have to like you to admit that you’re fucking gorgeous.” He pauses while moving closer to me, again backing me up until I’m against the wall. He lifts his hands, planting them beside my head as he cages me in. “It’s pure torture, having to constantly see you—to watch you—knowing this is all we’ll ever be.”
Lifting my own arms, I slide my palms against the nape of his neck. “You watch me?”
“All the damn time,” he murmurs, his voice filled with lust. “How could I not? You’re everywhere, Aria. Sometimes I wish you would just go away and leave me in peace.”
Leo runs his hands down the sides of my torso, his fingers trailing lightly over my flesh. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and begin to lift it upward. Leo reaches behind his back and pulls the cotton shirt up over his head before he throws it onto the ground. My eyes momentarily drink him in, traveling over the planes of his body as I memorize the curves of the chiseled muscles of his chest and abdomen.
His grip lands on my waist and he lowers his mouth to my ear. His tongue traces the outer shell, his breath warm against my earlobe. Dropping one hand away from the back of his neck, I reach for him, gripping his cock through his pants. He inhales sharply, his breath hitching as his grip tightens on my hips.
“Aria,” he growls my name, his voice low and husky, even though there’s a warning in his tone. “I can still leave now with your pride intact, and we can pretend this never happened.”
“Or,” I say slowly as I reach for the waistband of his pants. My hands find his belt and I unbuckle it before pushing the button through the hole. I begin to pull his zipper down. “You can stay and we can still pretend this never happened.”
Leo flattens his palms against my hips and slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my leggings. His touch is soft, his hands warming my skin as he begins to push them down my thighs. He trails his lips down my neck, peppering kisses across my collarbone before he starts to work his way down my body. His hands slide my black leggings and lilac-colored panties down to my ankles. He stops as he reaches my chest and lifts his hands to cup my breasts.
His eyes meet mine with a fire burning deep within his golden brown irises. I watch him as his pink, plump lips part, his tongue slipping out, and he slowly circles it around my nipple. My flesh pebbles under his touch and I fight the urge to arch my back. My gaze stays locked with his and he moves over to my other breast. His movements are deliberately and torturously slow. He never breaks eye contact as his tongue flicks at my skin.
He lowers himself onto his knees, sitting back on his heels as his mouth abandons my chest. Grabbing my ankle, he bends my knee and frees my foot from my underwear and leggings. As he sets my foot down, he does the same with the other leg. My feet are both on the marble floor, my back pressed against the light gray wall, and I’m completely naked and exposed under his gaze. Leo sits back, his eyes traveling up and down the length of my body.
“God, you’re perfect.”
Words fail me as he inches closer. His fingers start at my ankle, skating across my skin, until he reaches my knee. I watch him, completely mesmerized as he begins to lift my leg up. He spreads my legs, hooking my knee over his shoulder. The heel of my foot rests against the bottom of his shoulder blade. Pinning his forearms against my hips, he splays his fingers along the bottom of my stomach.
He lowers his face, his eyes finding mine as his warm breath tickles the apex of my thighs. “Just one taste,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my skin. He makes no other movement as he waits. His eyes bounce between mine and the tension in the air is palpable.
My heart pounds erratically in my chest. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down as I nod. Approval passes through his gaze and the corners of his mouth twitch before he lowers his mouth down to my flesh. His lips are warm and soft like the finest silk. He slides his tongue along my pussy, licking me from the bottom up to my clit.
A shiver of pleasure slides up my spine. My head tips back, the crown of my head pressing against the wall as my back simultaneously arches. Leo holds me in place, not letting me move as he begins his assault on my pussy. His movements are intentional. Every lick, every taste, every tease, every touch. Every single thing he does to me is calculated. Leo Wells knows exactly what he’s doing to me and he has no plans of stopping.
He flattens his tongue against my clit and begins to roll it around in circles. The amount of pressure he applies is just enough to cause friction. It is exactly what I’m looking for, exactly what I need for that release I’m so desperate for. Leo keeps one hand pinned against my hip as he drops his other one. His fingertips are soft and featherlight against my skin as they trail between my legs. His mouth pulls away from me for a fraction of a second as he wets his fingers with his tongue.
My body instantly craves his touch. A warmth is building in the pit of my stomach. His lips suction around my clit once more and my knees almost give out from the relief. It’s like a reward after having to go a few moments with his face between my legs without him actually touching me. My breath catches in my throat as he presses his fingers against my center.
“You really don’t like me, huh?” he murmurs against my flesh, the sarcasm thick in his tone. He looks up at me from where he is on his knees and flicks my clit with his tongue. Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside me, a soft moan falling from my lips as my eyelids flutter closed.
“Not in the slightest bit.” I practically moan the words as he works his tongue against me again. The warmth is spilling into my veins, coursing through my body as a wildfire ignites inside of me. I don’t want him to stop. I can’t have him stopping and leaving me hanging. “You’re undoubtedly the worst person I’ve ever met in my life.”
“Mmm,” he hums against me, his fingers slow and deliberate as he pushes them deep inside me and pulls them out. He finds a rhythm and begins to pump his fingers. “Let me show you how bad I can be.”
