Page 176 of Lucky Mother Pucker

It’s electric, this kiss.

Every time I kiss Leo, it’s always heaven. But this time it’s better. Because I know, without a doubt, that I’m in love with him.

He hums against my lips and runs his hands up and down the sides of my body. He grips my ass, pulling me harder against his lap.

“God, Luce,” he mutters, his voice rough and low.

Need hurtles through my entire body. I need to be closer to him. I need to feel his skin on my skin.

I lean up, breaking our kiss, and start to pull off his jersey, but he stops me with a hand on mine.

“No, leave it on,” he rasps. “Seeing you in my jersey…it’s my biggest fantasy.”

His gaze falls to the jersey. And then I see it: the flicker of emotion in his gaze. His heart in his eyes.

“I’ve dreamed of having you like this, Luce. Exactly like this.”

I wonder…could he love me too?

I almost say it. I almost tell him I love him, but I stop myself.

I don’t want to drop that bomb on him right now. I don’t want him to feel pressured or like he has to say it back. Right now, I just want to be in the moment.

I pull the jersey up, so my stomach is exposed. And then I lie against his bare chest. I close my eyes and let out a breath, savoring the hot feel of his skin.

“I just want to be close to you, Leo.”

I slide my palm to the middle of his chest, where his heart is. I feel the faint thud of his heartbeat.

He reaches down and hooks his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.

“Do you feel that, Luce? Do you feel the way my heart goes crazy when I’m with you?”

He leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss. It’s achingly slow. He laps his tongue, tasting and savoring me. The teasing rhythm makes my toes curl and sends goosebumps tumbling across my skin.

We make out like that for a while, taking our time. We’re not in a rush, even though we’re both turned on like crazy. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. I’m so wet that I’m making a mess all over his leg.

We’re breathing hard, swallowing each other’s air. Our skin is hot and slick as I grind against him.

We break apart to catch our breath. Eyes closed, we rest our foreheads together. And then he gently grabs my chin.

“Open your eyes, Luce.”

I gaze up at him, mesmerized by the emotion flickering in his rich mahogany gaze.

“You have my whole heart. You know that, right?”

I nod. Even though it’s the first time he’s said that to me, I’ve felt this. From the way he’s taken care of me. From the endless wonderful things he’s done for me.

He feels so much for me.

He pushes me up his chest until I’m straddling his face.

“I need you to come on my face. I need to taste you, to feel you on my tongue.”

I cry out when he runs his tongue over my throbbing clit.

I plant my hands on the wall to steady myself as he glides his tongue up and down my slit. Then he thrusts in my pussy, and I’m screaming.