What A Morning

The blood rushed to Leo's face in a fierce burning flush, half mortification and half raw charged heat.

He tried to pull his hips back, to make even a sliver of distance, but her weight was absolute... and every time he shifted, it only dragged the hard length of him straight against the soft heat between her thighs.

'Damn it...' he thought, his knuckles going white where their fingers were laced. 'Don't move. Just hold still... Don't be a creep, Leo, she's starving... Just let her drink...'

He shut his eyes and forced his breath into tight ragged pulses through his teeth, holding his body as rigid as a board.

Chloe didn't stop.

Her hips shifted again, and a soft involuntary shudder ran through her slender frame as she felt him pressing up into her.