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Hannah

I can’t believe Dylan. He has no idea that I’ve been making out with Leo for the last few weeks, but still.

He has no reason to ask Leo to check up on me like I’m a toddler.

But more than that, now Leo thinks I need to go home.

Home is the last place I want to be right now even if it is a new home.

Everything had been set up perfectly for Leo and me to finally hook up and my brother swoops in and blows my chances.

I don’t want to sound desperate, but I kind of am.

I’m one hundred percent certain that all the dreams I’ve had about Leo can’t hold a candle to the real thing and I was about to find out.

Fuck my life.

“Sorry about that,” I say as Leo and I are walking in the dark toward what I hope is my house. I have no idea if we’re heading in the right direction because it’s so dark that I can’t see my hand in front of my face.

“Sorry about what?” Leo responds, and I think it’s really sweet that he’s trying to pretend that Dylan messaging him isn’t super fucking annoying.

“Dylan ruining our night,” I spit out, growing madder by the second that I’m not in Leo’s bed right now.

“He didn’t ruin our night. At least I hope you don’t feel that way, because I know I don’t.”

And fuck my life again.

“No, he didn’t ruin it. I’m sorry I said that.

I’m just annoyed that Dylan feels the need to check up on me.

I lived in San Francisco, basically in the heart of the city for years by myself and Dylan had zero concerns about my safety.

But now that I live in the middle of nowhere without a chance of something happening and he texts you asking to make sure I’m okay. ”

I’m rambling and by the time we reach my house, I’m certain Leo thinks I’m crazy. If anyone is ruining the night, it’s me.

“He’s your brother and I’m guessing becoming a dad and hooking up with Tessa has changed the way he looks at women now.”

“Yeah, this is probably true,” I concede, cutting Dylan a little slack and then I feel the need to admit that while I’ve tried to play this whole thing cool, I’m losing my mind over Leo.

“I was hoping we were going to hook up tonight,” I blurt out, biting down on my bottom lip as I look over at him.

Our faces are now illuminated by the porch light of my new little house.

He reaches over, his thumb plucking my lip from my teeth, as he slides his hand around to the back of my neck.

“Oh, Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, trust me when I say, I’ve thought about nothing else but hooking up with you.

” I swallow hard at his words, my heart racing in my chest, waiting for this to be the moment we both finally give in.

We’ve come so close over the past few days, getting interrupted by the stupidest shit, but now, here in the quiet darkness of this vineyard, there’s no one to interrupt us.

Screw slowing down.

He leans in close, his hand gripping the back of my neck, moving my head to the side as he kisses a path from my collarbone to my ear. My entire body is screaming at me like it’s been set on fire, heat pools between my legs, begging for him to just fuck me, right here, right now.

His breath is warm against my skin, and I lose myself in his intoxicating smell, a mix of cinnamon and bourbon and woodsmoke. He smells so good that I’m dying to taste him. Dying to run my tongue over his taut muscles and every line of his ink. He smells like a damn dream.

“I jerk off in the shower to your gorgeous full lips, wondering what they’ll feel like wrapped around my cock,” he whispers, his voice husky and deep and I swear to god I nearly come in my pants.

I moan so loud I should be embarrassed, his knee is now pushed between my legs, and I can’t help but grind against it. My head falls back, and he runs his tongue along the hard beat of my pulse that throbs wildly out of control on my neck.

“Come inside,” I beg, needing this to be it, needing us to end this game of making out. Not that I’m not wholeheartedly enjoying it. This has seriously been the best lead-up ever. Our sexual tension is off the charts and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also dream of Leo Marsh on a regular basis.

“Fuck yes,” he replies, apparently having forgotten his earlier suggestion that we take this slow. I smirk against his mouth, our lips almost touching as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth. Growling possessively, his hands grip my ass, lifting me up and I wrap my legs around him.

“It’s open,” I murmur, now sucking at Leo’s neck as he pushes the door open. But as soon as he steps inside, he falls over, landing on top of me and my ass hitting the wall of boxes I’ve left in the middle of the room.

We both burst out laughing. It’s like the universe is against us hooking up or something. Or maybe this time it was just my laziness.

“You really should’ve left some lights on,” Leo says, as he pushes off me, leaving my body aching for him.

But he’s right. It’s pitch black in here and I scramble to my feet, telling him to stay where he is as I make my way across the room to turn on the light.

“I’m not really a fan of you coming home to a dark house alone. ”

I love his protective side, his possessive growl when he talks about me. This guy has me so turned on that I’m not certain he can leave here tonight without at least making me come once. Twice would be even better.

“I’m not alone,” I chirp back playfully, trying to be cute, but again I crash right into another stack of boxes. Letting out an oomph as I stupidly slam into them just as I reach the light switch.

The room glows with the sudden appearance of light and my eyes immediately find Leo waiting by the door.

Every time I see him it’s like the first time and I’m blown away by his dark thoughtful eyes and his body that I still have yet to get a full look at.

Picturing him naked with all his tattoos and lean muscle has become a favorite pastime of mine.

“Did you do any unpacking?” Leo jokes, his arms gesturing to the great expanse of boxes surrounding us with a smile on his face that makes me want to drop my panties like they’re on fire.

“Not exactly. Remember, I fell asleep on the couch?”

“So where were you planning to sleep tonight?” Leo asks, and I smirk at him, hitting him with a wink, and not bothering to say it out loud.

“Ah, gotcha,” he says, making his way over to me.

“While I’d never turn down an opportunity to have you in my bed, I think we should probably get things settled here first,” Leo says, and I let out a bothered sigh.

It feels like this boy is avoiding me. Who the hell wants to unpack rather than have sex?

“Fuck unpacking. I want to fuck you,” I say, and Leo lets out a deep, sexy laugh.

“You’re a fucking dream come true, Hannah Murphy. But I’ll make you a deal. Let’s get your bedroom unpacked and some sheets on your bed and then I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

“Promise?” I purr, slipping my hand under his shirt, my fingers trailing along his taut stomach.

“Cross my heart,” Leo replies huskily, his hand now finding its way under my shirt, coming to rest on the outside cup of my bra. His fingers dip softly inside, grazing my nipple and making my mouth fall open. This slow, deliberate teasing is making me fucking crazy. Crazy for him.

“Now I’ll make a deal with you,” I acquiesce, wetting my lips and I watch his eyes fall to my tongue now. “For every box we each unpack, we take off an article of clothing.”

Again Leo laughs, and it’s the perfect throaty and deep sound that has me squirming to find my release. He has no clue how incredibly sexy he is, because if he did, he wouldn’t be making me wait.

“Strip unpacking,” he replies, like he’s mulling over the idea. “I like it. Motivation to work faster because the idea of seeing you naked has been on my mind ever since you walked into my house wearing these ass-hugging jeans.”

“Just wait till you see what’s on underneath them,” I reply, winking.

“Then we better get to work. But one thing, I get to call what we take off,” Leo adds with a sly smile on his face. “Start off slow.”

I roll my eyes. This boy is going to be the death of me. “Fine, but I swear…”

“Hannah, I promise you I’m worth the wait,” Leo murmurs in my ear as his hand circles my wrist, pulling me toward my new bedroom.

Luckily all my furniture was moved in and placed by the moving company, but the boxes are all still scattered about. I push one in Leo’s direction, the one labeled ‘bathroom’ and he gets to work immediately. I take over unpacking my dresser.

“Tell me some more stories about what it was like growing up with Dylan,” Leo says, his voice echoing a little in the empty bathroom. It’s almost like he’s trying to distract me from the rules of our little game of strip unpacking. “He’s such a chill guy. I like having him around.”

“We’re nearly five years apart so we didn’t really become close until after high school. Before that he was just a pain in the ass who hit on all my friends.”

“Wasn’t as smooth with the ladies as he is now, huh?” Leo jokes and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’m not even sure I would say he’s smooth with the ladies now.

I still wonder what Tessa sees in him,” I hit back teasingly.

“Tessa and I played volleyball together and it’s just funny to think about how Dylan used to come to my matches.

Who would have thought my brother would be having a baby with one of my teammates?

Back then he was hiding under the bleachers and begging our parents for candy from the concession stand. ”

“You excited about being an aunt?” he now asks, and I love that he’s taking an active interest in my life. That he knows a few things about me already.

“I am. It feels completely surreal that my baby brother is having a baby, but I’m super excited to spoil his kid.” Leo laughs. “How about you? You have any nieces or nephews?”

“I do. I have an older brother and an older sister. They both have kids. My sister has two kids, and my brother has one.”

“Names?” I ask, and even though we can’t fully see each other, the conversation is easy and relaxed. It’s actually a good way to get to know each other.

“My sister is Perry. Her husband is Evan, and their kids are Emma and Sophie. They’re two and four. My brother is Tate, and his girlfriend is Leah. They just had a baby a couple of months ago. Mason.”

“Unique names. Your brother and sister and you. Leo, Perry and Tate,” I reply, noticing the trend.

“Yeah. Perry was my mom’s maiden name, and Tate was my grandfather’s name on my dad’s side. And I…” Leo pauses, leaning out of the bathroom door to look at me. “I was named after Leonardo DiCaprio. My mom’s favorite movie was Romeo and Juliet.” He shakes his head, chuckling a little.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Everyone gets named after a family member and I get named after some teen heartthrob my mom was obsessed with.”

“Well, in your mom’s defense, he’s still pretty hot and quite successful,” I defend, making Leo laugh again.

“Shoes” he says, walking back into the bedroom and it takes me a second to catch up. “I’m done with my box, and I want you to take off your shoes,” he clarifies.

“My shoes? What the fuck, Leo? Tell me you don’t have some weird foot fetish.”

“Nope, no fetish. Just dragging this out because I want you begging for it,” he replies, a bit of seduction in his voice.

“I’m already begging for it!” I yell, crawling across the bedroom floor to where he’s now sitting as he opens another box. “And I’m done with my box too, so take your shoes off.

I watch as he pulls off his shoes and socks and tosses them to the side. On all fours, I crawl between his legs, my hand skimming across the crotch of his jeans, and he lets out a low groan.

“You’re a tease, Hannah,” he says, mimicking my movement with his own hand, but in between my legs this time.

“You’re the one who made this unpacking deal. I’m ready whenever you are,” I whisper, my lips trailing along his neck, the tip of my tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

He swats me hard on the ass, his hand connecting with it in a way that stings but has me begging him for more. “Leo,” I purr, nipping at his earlobe.

“Do you like toys, Hannah?” he asks, his words dripping with sexual inuendo and when I pull back, I see he’s found the box that has everything from my nightstand.

“I might be a little adventurous,” I reply, peeking inside the box as Leo smirks, his hand pulling out one of my favorites.

“Fuck yes,” he growls and I’m certain he’s going to give up this unpacking bullshit.

“Wanna try them out?” I ask, wetting my lips, my hand once again gliding over the front of his pants, but this time there’s an obvious bulge.

“After we find your sheets,” Leo replies and I collapse on top of him, laughing and shaking my head.

“What the hell do I have to do to get you to fuck me?” I beg, rolling off him as I search for the box with my bedding.

“Find your sheets, Hannah. And unpack your bedroom.”

“You’re awful and I hate you,” I playfully hiss.

“You won’t be saying that in a little bit,” he answers, his hand slapping my ass again. “Get moving because my resolve is fading fast.”

I scamper over to the box that I know contains my bedding and pull it all out quickly.

“Now help me get these sheets on the bed,” I demand, and Leo shakes his head slowly.

“I finished my box of your toys,” he replies, winking at me. “And now I want you to take off your shirt.”