Leopold: Part Three (4 page)

He laces his arms around my waist and dips his head to whisper in my ear. “
You
mean something.”

I take a step back, pulling away just enough to look up into his eyes. “You can’t tell me that you have to stay in my house to hide from the media and then go and have photos taken with teenage girls.”

“I told you I would be recognized, Elle. I always am. And I have a reputation to uphold. I realize it may not be the
best
reputation—”

“Do you have
any
idea how much I want to slap you again?”

He grins. “I seem to remember what happened the last time you slapped me, so I can’t say I would object. Much.”

“I hate you. I hate you
so much
.”

He shakes his head before he slides his hands to my ass, pulling me so tightly against him I can feel his erection. “I don’t believe that for a single moment.”

Electricity bolts through me again, centering itself at my core. I tilt my head to look up into his eyes. “You should.”

“I
should
do many things.” He glances over at the park. “For instance, I
should
wait to have you again until we’re safely inside your home. But I don’t believe I can wait that long. I don’t believe either of us can.”

S
he shoots
a nervous look over her shoulder. “We’re in
public
—”

“I don’t care,” I tell her.

“Anyone could see us.”

“We won’t do anything out in the open.” I’m already backing her toward a small grove of bushes and stubby trees. The vegetation here in California isn’t nearly as lush as what we have in Montovia, but it still should offer plenty of cover.

“Leo…”

I stop moving and look down at her. Her cheeks are such a beautiful shade of pink, and her blue eyes are darker than usual as she looks up at me. She wants me—of that I am certain. We’re still pressed tightly together, and her hands are braced against my chest as if she can’t decide whether or not to push me away. The bag of condoms hangs from her wrist, dangling against me as a reminder that we have no more excuses to hold us back.

I raise a hand and brush it gently across her flushed cheek.

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have taken a picture with those girls,” I say. “But they’d already recognized me. They’d already been snapping pictures of me even before I realized they were there. I saw no reason to be rude. A story about me blowing off some adoring fans would be sure to go viral, and that wouldn’t help our situation.”

She rolls her eyes. “This isn’t about your
adoring fans
—”

“You’re right. It isn’t.” I drop my face a little lower. “Right now, I don’t want to think of anyone or anything but you. I believe we left some
business
unfinished back there in your kitchen…”

My lips slide over hers, and she softens against me, reacting immediately to the kiss. My tongue slides along her bottom lip before probing gently into her mouth, teasing her, and her hands slide up to my shoulders.

One kiss, one touch, and our bodies are ready to melt together again. After stopping so abruptly last time, I’m quickly losing all sense of control. Both of my hands drop to her ass again, sliding over the soft curves and pulling her hips hard against mine. She whimpers softly.

And then, abruptly, she pulls her face away.

“We should go back to the house—”

My mouth has already moved to the side of her throat. “Too…far…” I murmur between kisses. I nip lightly at the skin of her neck, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. When she speaks again, she sounds breathless.

“But…what if…”

“I don’t care,” I growl. I raise my head and kiss her passionately on the lips again, then pull back. “Let the whole world see. Let everyone know how much I want you.”

As I say it, though, I pull her down to the ground with me, behind the growth of bushes. Now she’s beneath me on the ground, her chest heaving with her breaths as her wide eyes stare up at me.

I shift myself over her, rising on all fours above her beautiful body.

“Do you honestly have the strength to make it back there?” I ask her, and my voice sounds almost animal. “Do you honestly have the power of will to delay this even five more minutes?” I’m not sure I can delay it five more
seconds.
If she stops me again, I’m not sure what I’ll do. My body has never known a hunger this intense. It’s pure physical torture.

Elle doesn’t say anything. Instead, she responds by reaching slowly between my legs. Her hand finds my arousal through the fabric of my pants, and her fingers slide slowly down the length of it.

And I lose complete control.

I’m fully on top of her again in an instant, my lips crashing down on hers with a force that draws a gasp from her throat. But she doesn’t push me away. Instead, her arms come up around my back, holding me against her, and her mouth presses hungrily against mine.

I want to lose myself in her forever. Bury myself so deep in her that I lose all sense of myself.

My body is in agony, I want her so badly. I can feel every sweet bit of her beneath me, but it’s not enough. I want to feel her skin against mine. I want to be sheathed in the slick heat between her legs.

I push her pullover up her body, baring her stomach. Her hands tug at my shirt, sliding it up my back. We don’t bother trying to get either garment completely off—both of us seem to be focused on one thing and one thing only.

I tear my mouth away from hers and sit partway up—just enough to undo my belt and pants. As my fingers fumble with the zipper, she pushes her leggings down over her hips. I yank them the rest of the way down past her ankles and push her knees apart. Then I lower myself on top of her again, unable to wait even a moment longer. My cock slides between her legs, seeking out her—

“Condom,” she squeaks beneath me.

Fuck, that’s right.
I’m so eager to have her again that I’ve forgotten the whole blasted reason we left the house in the first place. Fortunately, she dropped the bag of condoms beside us. I lean over and grab one of the boxes, tearing it open like some sort of beast.

I don’t think I’ve ever put a condom on so quickly. I’m shocked I even have the presence of mind to do it properly. The moment it’s done, I’m on top of her again, and I drive inside of her without giving either of us the chance to catch our breaths.

The most beautiful cry escapes her throat as I bury myself all the way to the hilt. I pause on top of her—partially to ensure that I haven’t hurt her, and partially in response to the intensity of what I experience. My body is still in pain, aching for release, but I can’t seem to move.

After a moment, Elle’s fingers dig into the bare skin on my back.

“Please…” she whispers.

I don’t intend to torture her any longer. I dip my head and kiss her again as my hips begin to move.

I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation. She’s driven me mad, and I have no choice but to indulge in her, to feed this addiction…

I kiss my way along her jaw to her ear and bury my face in her hair, which has come undone from its messy bun. God, I love the way she smells. I can’t get enough of the scent of her.

I can’t get enough of
her.
Period.

Her nails pierce the skin on my back, and the pain only excites me more.

“Fuck, Elle,” I rasp into her ear. Even saying her name excites me.

Elle.

Elle.

Elle.

As my thrusts increase in speed, her grip on me continues to tighten. And her soft gasps and whimpers turn into louder cries of pleasure.

“Careful,” I murmur roughly into her ear. “Someone might hear us.”

I was honest when I told her that I didn’t care if the whole world saw us—but I also don’t want to be interrupted. The park was abandoned when we stumbled into this clump of bushes, but I don’t want to take any chances.

I also don’t want to slow down, or to give her any less pleasure.

I turn my face and kiss her again, swallowing the intoxicating sounds she’s trying so hard to hold back. Her lips war against mine, and our tongues tangle in her mouth.

I reach down and hook my hand beneath one of her knees, pulling it toward her chest and allowing me to deepen my thrusts. She responds by biting down hard on my lip as she tries to choke back a moan. Sharp pain shoots through me—delicious, delicious pain—and seconds later, I taste the unmistakable metallic tang of blood.

Bloody hell, she’s amazing.

The still-healing wound on my chest is starting to protest, but I don’t care. Pain and pleasure have become one sensation in my body, and together, they’re about to push me over the edge.

But not before she comes.

I lift myself slightly so I can reach down between us and find her clit. She must have been closer than I thought, because no sooner does my thumb brush against that sensitive nub than she gasps and stiffens. I lean forward again instantly, my mouth closing over hers to capture the cry of pleasure tumbling off her tongue. Her body tightens around me, and my release quickly follows. I growl against her mouth as I fill the condom, sharing in her moment of pleasure.

Dear God, if I had known it could be like this…

I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. More than most people get to experience. But I must have been doing something wrong because I’ve never experienced something even close to this. What sort of spell has Elle cast over me, that even the sex is so different? So enthralling?

I stay on top of her as we catch our breaths. Even though I finally got my release, need still hums through my body. The hunger never ends.

“Yes,” I murmur to her, “I think we will definitely need all three of those boxes of condoms.”

She lets out a breathless laugh. Her arms are still around me, but she loosens her grip on my back.

I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at her. Her face is even redder now, flushed from the exertion, and her eyes are both glazed and bright at the same time—no doubt in response to what we just experienced together. If that was even half as good for her as it was for me, then she is undoubtedly very satisfied.

As I look at her, though, her sated smile falls into a frown. She reaches up and touches my mouth, and I wince slightly as a fresh sting of pain shoots through my lip.

“You’re bleeding,” she whispers.

I grin. “I have you to thank for that, you feisty thing.”

Her eyes widen. “I didn’t realize—”

I cut her off with a kiss.

For a moment, we lose ourselves again. Even spent as we are, we still can’t seem to get enough of each other. I might have tried to persuade her into another round—no doubt my body would have been up to the task—but then I feel a slight rumbling beneath me. Her stomach is grumbling.

I pull back, amused, and but she has a look of horror on her face. “I…I haven’t eaten anything yet today…”

“Neither have I,” I say, delighting in her adorable embarrassment. “And we’ve certainly worked up quite an appetite, haven’t we?”

She nods, but I can tell she’s still slightly mortified by the sounds of hunger emanating from her belly.

“Come,” I say, sitting up. “Let’s get home and feed you.”

We start to pull our clothes back on, and we’re nearly dressed again when we hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

We both freeze. We both have our pants back on, but anyone who stumbled across us like this—disheveled and partway sprawled on the ground—could have little doubt as to what we were doing.

The footsteps approach slowly, and I hold my breath. When I glance over at Elle, she’s chewing on her lip.

I grin. I have half a mind to try and kiss her again. To hell with whatever unexpected company we might have.

The footsteps, however, come and go without incident. Once they’ve faded into the distance, I reach out and grab her hand.

“Let’s go feed that beautiful belly of yours,” I say.

We both stand. Elle looks rather sheepishly around, as if she expects someone to be watching and waiting for us, and I find her modesty absolutely charming. As we begin walking back toward her house, I reach over and pull a bit of grass out of her hair.

“You have a bit of something here,” I say.

Her blush deepens. “Oh, God—my whole back must be covered.”

I glance down her back—I’m always grateful for this view—and sure enough, there are leaves and dirt all over her.

“Just a little,” I say.

“How much is a little?”

I laugh and sweep a hand across her. “Let’s just say that anyone who sees you can probably guess what we were just doing.”

“Ugh.” Her entire neck is red now. “Let’s just get home. Quickly.” She hurries down the street.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed,” I say, grinning as I jog to catch up to her. “I think it’s a charming look.”

“I don’t want the whole world knowing we just had sex!”

“Why not? They should be happy for you. It was very, very good sex, was it not?”

“That’s not the point.”

“But it was, wasn’t it?”

She fights a smile, even through her embarrassment. “Maybe.”

“Just
maybe
?”

“All right! It was really good sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex. Are you happy now?”

“I’ll be even happier when we do it again.”

She doesn’t even try to hide her smile this time. “Forget insufferable—you’re
insatiable.
”

“Why, thank you,” I say. “I—” I jerk to a stop.

We’ve just turned onto Elle’s street, and my eyes go immediately to a large, white van driving toward us.

“What is it?” Elle asks. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to get to your house,” I say. “
Now.
” I grab her hand and move quickly down the sidewalk. I was hoping we had more time, but I was wrong. We shouldn’t have left the house. And we
definitely
shouldn’t have allowed ourselves to take our sweet time getting back.

“What’s going on?” she demands.

My eyes go back to the van. “They’ve found us.”

“Who’s found us?”

“The media. Recognize the logo on that van? They’re from that big celebrity gossip show.”

She stumbles. “What do we—”

“We get back to your house. If they’re here, the others aren’t going to be far behind.” I squeeze her hand. “Run. Now.”