Chapter 2
I was still lying down, sprawled across the worn couch, my dark hair fanned out on it, my skin flushed with the heat of anticipation.
My thighs were already slick with more arousal, trembling as I pressed them together, seeking any friction I could find.
Leonardo stood over me, his broad frame blocking out most of the light. He was still dressed, though his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest, the dusting of dark hair that trailed downward, disappearing into the waistband of his trousers.
His hands were large, rough, but now they hovered over my body with the precision of a man who knew exactly how to use them for maximum effect.
His knuckles grazed the inside of my thigh, slow, deliberate, and I whimpered, my back arching off the couc
