Page 115 of The Score

He kisses my neck, journeying down to my chest in short, leisurely moves. One of his hands makes its way up my side and around my ribcage, until his large hand edges the round of my breast.

He runs an arch with his thumb. It passes over my hard nipple, making me shiver.

"I never thought I'd be doing this with you," he admits in a deep voice.

"Me neither, but…"

He lets me collect my thoughts, difficult as it is under the circumstances. Especially so, when his thumb pulls at the edge of my top, and pulls it away to reveal my breast.

"But what, Pen?"

He teases my nipple. Fuck. My eyes close with the power of the tremors going up my body, tingling up my back.

"It feels right," I confess. "It feels like exactly what I need."

"Good," he says, before he drops to his knees.

"Oh my God."

He pulls my skirt up, until it's scrunched up at my waist. His hands come down to grab at my thighs, and his mouth closes on an open mouthed kiss on one of them, then the other.

"Oh, fuck."

He chuckles. "Am I close to what you dreamed of?"

"Yes. Also— not enough." I dig my fingers into his thick hair and pull. "Didn't you say you wanted to taste me again?"

He runs his tongue up my thigh, getting closer to the place where I want him most. "I'm getting to it, Pen."

"Too. Damn. Slow." I pull from his hair, trying to drag him to the right place.

He resists. "Tell me again I'm making you desperate."

"I'm in need, Leon Karlsen." I try again.

He doesn't move. He doesn't even wince at what must be stinging pain from me pulling his hair.

"But are you in need of me?" He asks.

I pant. It's a dangerous question.

I lick my bottom lip. "I'm in need of something I think only you can give me."

The words come out soft, and I'm not sure he can hear it with the white noise of running water around us. He gets a soft smile on his lips.

"Close enough," he says, and closes his lips over my mound.

I buckle. "Shit. Yes. Ah. Leon."

He kisses me. Bites me softly. I immediately lose control of my lungs. My heart follows suit.

His dark eyes lock with mine. Like a man pushing the limits, he dares me with the slant of his brow, and the curl of his lips. With a single finger, he pushes my underwear aside.

"Oh, Pen." He licks his lips. "I'm only getting started."