Imperfectly (Dante’s Nine MC #2)(35)
Author: Colleen Masters

“I was thinking about you,” he says, his voice muffled through the glass. “Down there in the kitchen, making me a good meal, looking sexy as hell in your little apron. Got hard just imagining you here.”

“I can see that…” I whisper, walking slowly toward him, “I hope you don’t mind waiting a bit for dinner. I’m not sure I can make myself leave this room, now.”

“You like what you see,” Leo tells me, straightening up beneath the stream of hot water, “I know how much you want my cock, babe.”

“I want all of you,” I tell him, “Please. Let me.”

He doesn’t speak for a long moment, mulling over my plea. A wicked grin lifts the corners of his lips as he gets an idea.

“You went against a direct order from me,” he observes, “That took guts, coming up here. I like a woman with a backbone. I like a woman who disobeys me every once in a while. Stay here with me. I’ll give you what you want, but only if you do the same. And right now, what I want is for you to strip.”

“Right here?” I ask, looking around the room.

“Right there,” he says, “Not another step until you’re out of those clothes. Every last stitch, you hear me?”

I swallow hard, too turned on to speak. My sex is already throbbing, wet and ready, at the nearness of Leo. He’s so close, his naked body encased before me like a priceless artifact in a museum—a marble statue of an ancient god. Keeping my gaze locked on Leo, I lift up the hem of my top with trembling fingers. I draw the shirt up over my head, revealing my toned torso, my barely constrained and heaving chest.

“Mmm…” he moans. I can practically see his cock hardening from here. “Christ, Kelly. I can’t stand how sexy you are. Show me more.”

My stomach flips with excitement. I love turning him on like this. I hook my fingers into the waist of my jeans and slowly start to slide them down my legs. Leo watches like a hungry animal as I step out of my pants, kicking them across the tile floor. I stand before him in nothing but a lacy black bra and skimpy matching panties. I knew it was a good idea to slip into my sexy underwear today. My entire body feels flushed with sensation, just from having his eyes on me.

“You dressed for me,” he grins.

“I was hoping,” I say breathlessly.

“Keep going,” he insists, rivulets of water streaming over his perfect muscles, “You get to see all of me, right? I want to see all of you.”

Happy to be obedient for once, I reach around and unclasp my bra, letting the garment fall away. My breasts spill out of their confines, and Leo groans throatily. Egged on by his desire, I tug my tiny black panties down over the rise of my ass and kick them away. The hot steam tickles every inch of me as I stand before Leo without a stitch between us. Goosebumps race across my skin as thick anticipation pumps through my veins.

“So?” I breathe, “You like what you see?”

“I love what I see,” he growls.

“All of it?” I ask, spinning around slowly. I give him a better view of my tight, toned ass—one of my sexiest qualities, I’ve been told. I’ve been blessed with a tiny frame and womanly curves, and have never been afraid to flaunt them.

“I like every inch,” he rasps, “But now, I want to see you up close.”

A rush of joy floods my brain. I feel high on desire, staring at him across the room. This is it. The moment I’ve been dreaming about for weeks, ever since the first time I laid eyes on Leo outside the Forty-Five Club. How many times have I imagined our naked bodies coming together, moving as one? I can hardly believe that I’m not dreaming, now.

“Come here,” he growls, opening the shower door. A wave of steam spills out, the warmth beckoning me forward. As if I needed any extra incentive to run straight into Leo’s arms. I know that it’s impulsive, maybe even dangerous, to get in deep with this man. But no power in Heaven or Earth could stop me now.

I make my way forward, savoring this brand new feeling. I’ve never wanted a man so much in my life, I’m almost overwhelmed with the intensity of my need. I come to a stop in the shower doorway, the warm mist of the water making my curls damp. Leo braces himself against the walls of the shower, his arms spread wide. I’m almost afraid to touch his perfect body, afraid of the sway it holds over me. Will I be hooked now? Unable to get out before I get hurt? Anything could happen with this deliciously unpredictable man. But despite the protestations of my mind, I know that my body and my heart can’t resist him. Not that they’d want to try.

“Jesus. Look at you…” he says, as I step into the shower, “It’s fucking sinful, how gorgeous you are.”

“I want you to look at me,” I whisper, closing the door tightly behind me. “I love your eyes on me, Leo. I love showing myself to you.”

“If that’s true,” he says, taking a step toward me, “You’re going to adore the things my hands can do.”

I gasp as he takes hold of me with those strong hands and spins me around. He steps up behind me, pressing his rippling chest against my back. His arms are the only thing keeping me from melting, running down the drain with the swirling water. My eyes flutter shut as I feel his stiff cock brush against my ass. I go to reach for that gorgeous length, but he catches my hands.

“Hands off,” he growls, running his hands over my slight shoulders, down my arms.

“Touch me…” I moan, pressing back against him. His manhood throbs lustily against me, erasing every errant thought from my mind. I want every inch of my body covered with those knowing hands. I want to lose myself in the feel of him against me. “I want you to touch me everywhere, Leo.”

His fingers trace down along my sides, the dip of my waist, the swell of my hips. My head falls back against his firm chest as the hot water streams over us. I reach up and clasp my fingers around his neck, opening myself to his searching fingers. I want him to know that he can do whatever he wants with me.

Leo’s lips find my neck as he cups my breasts in his strong hands. I shiver with delight as he runs his thumbs over the hard points of my nipples. Those twin points stand erect and tender, begging to be touched. I’m soaking wet between my legs, mad for the feel of him there. As if reading my mind, Leo looses his hands once more. His fingers trail across my lean stomach, down over the points of my hips, coming to rest against my inner thighs.

“Keep going,” I beg, “Please Leo. I need you—”