Page 80 of Break My Heart

We’re choosing each other.

When we step out at the penthouse level, he exhales softly against my lips. “We should⁠—‍‍”

“Yes,” I say, already reaching for his hand again.

We don’t speak as we move toward his room. Any attempt at conversation would only shrink the vastness of this moment. But once the door closes behind us, he stops me.

I frown until I hear him ask, “What do you want, Chris? All you have to do is tell me.”

The world narrows to the chance I’m taking with my heart. “All I want is you. Right now.”

I reach for Leo at the same moment he does me.

He takes over our kiss—his mouth devouring mine. His lips slant for a better angle even as his tongue dips past the seam of my lips. Tasting me, letting me taste him, over and over again. It ignites a hunger I’ve only ever experienced with this man.

Even as his lips consume mine, his hands move over my body, igniting a fire that will only be put out one way—with Leo’s cock inside me.

One of his hands tangles in my hair, holding my head in place to accept his voracious kiss. The other finds the hem of my shirt and slips underneath. I feel the warmth of his palm against my waist, burning against bare skin and sending a shiver through me even as he tears his lips from mine to order, “Take it off.”

“Yes.” I pull back just enough to yank my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor.

His eyes narrow on my breasts before my arms lower. His hands frame them through the delicate lace, as he murmurs, “Beautiful.” He’s not rushing—just staring. Like he wants to memorize everything about this moment.

“Leo,” I breathe, moaning his name as his thumbs graze my nipples. My hands search for purchase where physical and emotional needs swirl together. Everything else fades away. My hands find his shirt, and I rasp, “Off,” eager to be rid of another barrier between us.

Leo stops his ministrations long enough to let me undo the buttons, my fingers eagerly working down his chest while his fingers clench my hips, as if he can’t hold back much longer. I finally manage to shove the shirt off as he gazes down at me, his expression caught between adoration and an aching hunger. The intensity in his eyes should make me nervous. Instead, it makes my pulse flutter.

The broad wall of his chest brushes against my breasts. The sensation pulls me deeper into the vortex of wanting him.

Needing him.

Leo walks me backward through the living area toward the bedroom. His lips find mine again, demanding. I moan into his mouth even as his nimble fingers unhook my bra, causing it to fall to the floor.

His lips pull back from mine before trailing down my throat. He finds the pulse at the base of my neck, even as I hold onto his shoulders feeling the muscles beneath flex and ripple. Then, against my skin, he lets out a quiet laugh. I pull back just enough to narrow my eyes at him. “Did you just laugh at me?”

Leo lifts his head slowly, eyes glowing. “It’s either laugh or cry.”

“Over what?”

“Having you back in my arms.”

A smile tugs at my lips, even as my heart races. He briefly rests his forehead against mine, his expression softening. His fingers trace lightly up and down my back. “Not having you in my life was the worst thing to happen to me.”

I lean in, brushing my mouth softly against his. “I’m right here and I won’t leave.”

We land on the bed in a tangle, his weight settling over mine. The rasp of his chest hair against my nipples causes me to gasp.

I arch up into him, entwining my leg with his, lifting my arms to circle the back of his neck—holding him to me.

His lips burn a trail down my throat. Over my collarbone. Down, down, until his mouth closes over the tip of my nipple before he sucks the whole bud deep into his mouth—surrounding it with a wet, possessive heat.

His tongue drags over my nipple, back and forth. Until I beg for more. “Please…”

Once he releases the bud with a pop, he braces himself on one arm, freeing his other hand to cup my tender flesh. He repeats the same torment on my other nipple, causing my back to arch from the sensations.

I feel his hard cock rubbing against my spread legs and I know the only thing keeping him from sliding inside of me is the clothes we’re wearing. Squirming beneath him, I slide my hands over his shoulders, before scoring my fingernails down his back when he rolls his hips into mine.

I can’t wait much longer. What I’m feeling isn’t enough.