Page 47 of The Devastation You Reap

"No fucking idea just how badly I want you. Need you."

His fingers tighten for a beat before his lips slam back down on mine.

He consumes me, utterly freaking consumes every single thought and feeling in my body as his tongue caresses mine and his hips roll, allowing me to feel exactly what I do to him.

"Fucking hell, Char— whoa," Nathan barks the second he realizes that it's me.

Pushing against Leon's chest, I eventually get him to back up as Nathan looks between the two of us with a bemused expression on his face.

Wrapping a hand around Leon's wrist I pull his hand from my throat, immediately missing the pressure of it.

"I'm sorry, I'll just…" Nathan steps toward the door to give us some privacy.

"Nate," I call out to him before he disappears.

He looks back, concern for me written all over his face.

"P-please, don't—"

"I hope you know what you're doing, Mace."

He's gone before I get to tell him that I have no freaking clue.

"Jesus," I breathe, resting my forehead against Leon's heaving chest.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, tucking his fingers under my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

"Y-yeah. I just…" My head spins as I look at him, still vividly remembering exactly how he felt only seconds ago pressed against me, his length rubbing against my core.

My cheeks heat at the memory, at the way my body burned for more.

"You should probably go."

I expect him to refuse. To demand that I let him come in with me and continue what we've started. But much to my surprise, he nods and takes a step back, putting some space between us and taking his heat with him.

"Yeah, I really should."

My fingers curl with my need to reach out to him, to feel him against me once more.

"Friday night, yeah?"

I nod.

"Okay. Friday night."

With his eyes still locked on mine, he backs away.

The air between us crackles but both of us fight it.

With one final nod, he turns away from me and sets off down the stairs.

Jesus Christ.

Lifting my hand to my chest, I rest back against the wall and close my eyes for a beat as I try to get myself under control.

If Nathan didn't interrupt us I have no idea where we would have ended up. I want to say I'd have stopped him but… part of me wonders if I would have.

Lifting my hand, I run my fingertips over my lips and then down my neck to where he held me.