Clinch (The Underground Book 2) (9 page)

She shook her head. It wasn’t logical, but she’d never been more aroused in her life. If he touched her pussy, she would come on contact. It was heady. No way in hell would she send him away. “Stay. I want you to stay.”

Leo hesitated a moment and then spun her around. He pressed her into the counter at her back again. His eyes searched hers for a long time.

Her face flamed hotter. Her nipples puckered and rubbed against the lace of her bra with every breath. She held his gaze, not wavering for an instant.

“Tell me to go,” he repeated.

“Stay.”

Slowly, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip and then the top one. She wanted to taste his lips, lick them herself. Have his tongue run across her own lips. “Okay, here’s the deal. If I stay, I stay all night. You’ll be tired tomorrow. And your ass will be sore.”

She sucked in a breath.
My ass?

One corner of his mouth lifted. “Not that way, babe. Outside. Because I’m going to spank you at some point for teasing me all evening with that damn skirt and the swatch of material you call a shirt.” He plucked at her blouse. “I’m gonna spank you for wearing this outfit, even though I told you not to. I’m gonna spank you hard enough for you to think twice about doing something like that in the future.”

A gush of cream filled the triangle of her thong. Her legs shook. She clearly had lost her mind, because all she could think about was how it would feel to have his palm landing on her bare ass and how soon he would do so to put her out of her current state of misery. Because there was one thing she knew for certain—if Leo Gulin put her over his knee, she would come hard and fast. And it would be glorious.

“Do my words scare you?”

She shook her head, keeping her chin high. “No.”

“They should.”

She swallowed hard, still maintaining his gaze. “Stay…”

Leo hesitated only for a second and then he cupped her face, lowered his mouth to hers, and kissed her.

He wasn’t gentle. Months of pent-up frustration came through in that kiss. He slanted his mouth to one side, licked the seam between her lips, and consumed her the moment she parted for him.

Holy mother of God, the man could kiss. He tasted like the spearmint gum he’d chewed after dinner, and Leo. The scent she’d grown to recognize as his filled her mouth, numbing her to all else. Her legs grew weak. She feared her knees would buckle.

She moaned into his mouth as he lowered one hand to her waist and backed them up a step. Had he realized she was in danger of falling?

She grabbed his belt loops on both sides of his jeans and held on, her eyes shut, all of her attention focused on his soft lips and the way he maneuvered them over hers.

Without breaking the kiss, he swooped down and lifted her off the floor, tucking his arm under her knees and carrying her away from the kitchen.

She snaked her hands up to wrap around his neck while she boldly nibbled on his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth.

Leo didn’t break free of her lips until he reached her bed and lowered her onto it. He separated only an inch, hovering over her body from his perch next to her on the mattress.

She gasped for air as he stared into her eyes, his face serious, his lips swollen and wet. She licked her own, tasting him, loving the sensitivity left behind from his kiss.

“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of taking you?” he asked.

She gave a slight shake of her head. “No. Tell me.”

“Since the moment you pushed past that bouncer five months ago to get to Dmitry.”

“That long? What was your first thought?”

“That I would give anything to have a woman with that much passion in my court. A woman who didn’t care how dangerous her actions were. Her only thought was that a man’s life was in danger. Do you know how fucking sexy that is?”

She bit her lower lip and grinned.

He moaned, lowering his face until his forehead nestled against her chin for a moment. And then he lifted his gaze to hers again. “The bummer is you’re like that every day with every person you meet. And it scares the crap out of me with worrying about you. I feel like I need to be next to you at all times so you don’t get yourself in trouble someday with your need to heal all creatures.”

She released her lip. “I don’t heal spiders. Or worms. Actually, I don’t do animals at all.”

He chuckled. “Guarantee you’d take in a stray if it waddled up to the door with a bum leg.”

She giggled now. “Probably. I just don’t have any place to keep an animal. Nor any time. I’ll stick to humans.”

He sat up, fingering the material of her blouse. “Let’s talk about this purple thing you’re wearing.”

“What about it?”

“It’s see-through.”

“I have a tank on under it. And a bra.”

“Nothing’s left to the imagination. Every man who walked by us at the restaurant and the fight ogled you.”

“None of them is in my bedroom now,” she pointed out.

He groaned. “Woman, you can’t traipse around town in something this suggestive. I’ll have a heart attack. From now on, let’s keep the skimpy tanks and see-through blouses in the apartment.”

She giggled again. “I only did it to get a rise out of you. It worked.”

“It worked.” He nodded. “Don’t do it again.”

“We’ll see.” Was she pushing him too far?

His gaze was smoldering when he looked into her eyes again. “Good thing you don’t sit down often at work.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, knowing what he was implying. “Bring it on.”
Who am I?

His eyes went from heated to something far beyond that, the green deepening to a shade that was almost no longer green. “On second thought, I believe I’ll spank you first. Get it out of the way.”

She stopped breathing. Yep, she’d pushed him too far. Was she ready for this? No man had ever spanked her. Why was her pussy so wet and needy?

Leo’s gaze lowered to her chest. He slowly unbuttoned the blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. And then he stroked one finger between her breasts all the way to her belly button. As he continued drawing on her, he circled one breast and then the other.

The heat from that one finger reached through her tank top and her bra. Even though he applied almost no pressure, her breasts swelled, her nipples poking forward to abrade against the lace.

The man took his time, torturing her with lazy circles around and around her breasts in a spiral that gradually closed in on her nipples.

She breathed heavily, willing him to touch the tips, pinch them, hell, even bite them.

When he finally flicked his finger over one nipple, she bucked her chest toward him on a moan. “That’s so fucking hot, babe. You’re dynamite in bed, aren’t you?”

She wouldn’t know.

No. That wasn’t true. She’d never felt this level of desire in her life. So, she was only on fire for him. No one else.

He didn’t seem to require an answer. Instead, he stroked the sensitive skin of the upper swell of her breasts, easing the tight material of her shirt lower to give himself a better view.

She wished he would haul the shirt over her head and pop her chest free of the confines, but then again, half the reason she was so aroused was in the manner of his foreplay.

And then there was the spanking. When did he intend to do that? He seemed to have moved on. Maybe he forgot? Not likely.

Suddenly, he stopped teasing her with that one finger and tossed one leg over her until he straddled her. He held himself aloft, but applied enough pressure against her thighs with his ass to hold her down.

When he grabbed her hands from her sides and lifted them over her head, she squirmed. “Grab the rungs, babe. Don’t let go.”

She wrapped her fingers around the thin wooden spindles that made up her headboard, ruing the decision to buy this bed several years ago. The new position made her feel vulnerable. The way her arms were stretched above her head forced her breasts to rise on her chest and her stomach to dip.

Leo went back to teasing her swollen globes. He added his other hand, however, and used all ten fingers to dance them across her torso in feather-light patterns.

When he reached the hem of her tank, he tugged it up enough to expose her midriff. His rough fingers on her heated skin drew goose bumps.

He slowly eased her shirt up until her belly was exposed, hollowing with every touch. “Your skin’s so white, it’s almost translucent. I’m afraid I’ll mark you if I’m too rough.”

She hoped he did mark her in some way. She wanted to be able to look down at herself tomorrow and be reminded of every second of this night with him. With her lips tucked in between her teeth, she said nothing.

He pushed her tank top over her breasts next and then higher until he managed to get it over her head.

She started to let go of the slats so he could remove the shirt entirely, but he grabbed her wrists. “Don’t let go. Leave your hands where they are. The shirt can stay on your wrists. A reminder.”

His fingers danced back down her arms, sending shivers over her torso when he reached her armpits. And then he gazed at her breasts, tapping her nipples through the lace. “You’re so fucking sexy in this bra. The dark purple makes your skin seem even whiter.” Without another word, he popped the front clasp.

She inhaled sharply as the cooler air of the room hit her nipples.

“Jesus…” He cupped her breasts from the sides, holding them together, staring at them as if they were an expensive art exhibit. “I imagined this moment a thousand times. It’s so much better in real life.”

She couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. Every word he uttered amped up her arousal. And where was the roughness he’d been so concerned about? All she saw was reverence.

Even his touches were gentle as he explored her breasts, stroking them in circles again until her nipples puckered painfully.

When he pinched them both at the same time, she nearly shot off the bed. “Oh yeah. So responsive.” He held both nipples between his thumbs and pointers and gently rolled them back and forth, meeting her gaze. “You like that?”

She swallowed, nodding as best she could.

He applied more pressure, making her gasp. The pain was short-lived, leaving intense need in its wake. Another sharp pinch, harder than the first, almost sent her over the edge.

She writhed beneath him, her legs pressed together, her pussy gripping itself tightly, pleading for more.

When he pinched the tips again, twisting at the same time, she cried out. “Jesus, Katie. You’re amazing. Channel the pain. Turn it into pleasure.”

He didn’t have to tell her. She was already doing as he asked.

Leo released her nipples and then smoothed his palms down her body, scooting down her legs on his knees until he could reach the button on the front of her jean skirt and pop it free. He lowered the zipper next and then teased the triangle of exposed skin.

And then he was gone. He lifted off her body and stood beside the bed. In one fluid motion, he reached over his shoulder and pulled his T-shirt over his head. His chest was fucking perfect. Every muscle was defined. Every detail chiseled on him as if he were a statue instead of a real living man. Geometric tattoos crawled up his arms and across his shoulders, hinting at what must extend down his back. If she had control over her voice box, she would ask him to spin around.

Leo reached across the bed and grabbed her hips. “You can let go for a while.” He dragged her toward him as she released the spindles, and then he tugged the hem of her skirt until the denim slid off her body.

Positioned almost sideways on the bed, she shrugged the tight tank top off her wrists and started to reach for him.

He shot her a hard glare. “Keep your hands where they are.”

A shudder ran down her body as she dropped her hands, aware of how arousing it was to obey his demands. So far, she hadn’t witnessed this rough side he had warned her about, but she also thought she could sense him holding himself back by a thread. His brow was furrowed, and his mouth was a tight line.

He didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he stared at her center, wrapping his enormous hands around her thighs and pressing them apart a few inches.

She still wore her thong, but the tiny triangle of lace at her center wasn’t currently giving her a feeling of coverage. The intensity of his stare was unnerving. It was difficult to remain still.

When he lowered his face to plant a chaste kiss above the swatch of fabric, she moaned. Renewed wetness filled her channel to leak into the soaked lace.

“You smell amazing.” He inhaled long and slow, clasping her thighs and pressing them open farther.

Her legs shook with the new exposure. While he stood there in his jeans, she was decidedly naked.

He tucked his thumbs under the lace of her thong and spread her lower lips apart. The tight lace rubbed against her, driving her mad and causing her to dig her heels into the mattress.

She tipped her head back, opening her mouth. She had never needed to come so badly in her life. “Please,” she whispered.

“Oh, babe. I like the sound of that.”

Leo stood, releasing her.

She jerked her gaze to find him penetrating her with his stare. “Climb off the bed, Katie.”

The unexpected command left her unable to move.

He pointed at the spot in front of him. “Stand here.”

Her arms shook as she struggled to follow his directive, lowering her hands to her sides and scooting forward. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples puckered so tightly they ached.

The second her feet hit the floor, he spoke again. “Turn around. Face the bed. Lean forward. Rest your head on the mattress. Spread your legs.”

She gulped. Holy shit.

It was difficult to obey his words, but she managed to turn around and bend at the waist, leaving her ass exposed, the thin strap of her thong the only thing between her and the air of the room. It nestled between her butt cheeks, probably invisible between them.

Leo set his hands on her ass and molded his fingers to her flesh. “I’m going to spank you now. Not as hard as I’d like, but hard enough. Your skin is so thin. I don’t want to injure you.”

She held her breath, her forehead pressing into the comforter and her hands fisting the material on both sides of her head. Could she do this? Endure a spanking from this enormous man?