His eyes narrow on me and he slowly moves to the door, latches it shut and locks it, then walks to me, leans on his hands on either side of my hips and stops, his face just inches from my own.

“You don’t get to lick anything right now.”

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow and watch his eyes as they roam down my body.

“No. But I do.” He grips my sides and boosts me up onto the countertop so my feet are dangling and my pussy is close to the edge.

“Leo, that girl is right downstairs.” He moves between my knees and leans in close, his lips against my temple and hands unfastening my jeans.

“I don’t give a shit. It wouldn’t matter to me if Jesus and JFK were right downstairs. Even they couldn’t stop me from tasting you right now. Lift your ass.”

I comply and he peels my jeans and panties over my butt and down my legs and discards them on the floor. He cups my hips in his firm hands and kisses my cheek, down to the soft spot below my ear and along my jawline to my lips.

“I can smell how turned on your are,” he whispers against my lips and one of his hands roams between my legs and cup my center. “God, you’re warm and already wet, baby.”

“It was the closet that turned me on,” I whisper and then moan when he pushes a finger inside me.

“Then I’d better buy the house,” he murmurs with a smile.

“Just kidding,” I breathe.

“What made you this wet?” He asks and bites my lower lip, then soothes it with is tongue.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Thinking about the fun we could have in that shower.” My breath catches as he gently brushes my clit with his thumb.

“Mmm, yeah, that could be fun,” he agrees and kisses me softly. “Samantha?”

“Yes.” Oh, God, just push a little harder. Just a little harder. I move my hips, trying to increase the pressure against my sensitive nub, knowing I’m so damn close.

“I’m going to eat you out here on this counter.”

I didn’t think I could get more turned on, but that did it.

“And then I’m going to take you home and lose myself in you.”

“We have to go to dinner with the family,” I remind him and gasp when he pushes another finger in with the first.

“We have time.” He sinks to a squat, spreads my legs wide, pulls his fingers out of me and licks between my folds and up to my clit twice, making me gasp, and then settles on my folds, pulling them into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking them firmly. He rubs his nose against my clit and my hips push up off the counter top.

“Easy,” he whispers and pulls back, his eyes glued to my pussy. “God, you’re so beautiful, my love.”

My muscles contract at his words and he grins up at me as he pushes those talented fingers back inside me, finds my sweet spot and latches onto my clit with his lips, pulling and sucking, pushing and biting, rubbing that fucking awesome metal against me, until I come apart against his mouth, my heels digging into his back, shuddering and bucking and biting my lip until it bleeds so I don’t cry out.

He kisses and soothes, caresses my thighs and stands to kiss my lips. “Love the way I taste on you,” I murmur.

“Me too.” He smiles and kisses me deeply, and then pulls back, his hands on my shoulders to keep me steady.

“Well, that was fun.” I hop off the sink and pull my jeans on.

“Leave the panties off. You won’t need them.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

He just raises an eyebrow and a wide smile spreads slowly across his lips. “I think I just proved that I’ll take you anytime, anywhere, sunshine.”

“Point taken.”

Chapter Twenty

“How often do you all get together for these family dinners?” Leo asks me as we drive to Will and Meg’s house.

“About once a month,” I shrug.

“That’s a lot of people in one house.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Yeah, but otherwise we don’t see each other much. Everyone is busy.” He pulls into the driveway behind Luke’s Mercedes SUV and takes a deep breath. “Ready?” I ask.

“As I’ll ever be,” he mutters as he helps me out of the car. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the door.

“We don’t knock on family dinner days. No one would hear us.” I smirk and open the door to chaos. Babies are running, or toddling, around, adults laughing and arguing and bustling around in the kitchen.

“Hey!” Jules exclaims when she sees us and pulls me into a big hug. “Will’s a douche bag and ordered pizza.”

“Everyone likes pizza.” He scowls at her from his couch and then smiles over at us. “There are thirty pizzas in the kitchen along with beer, soda and I think Matt is mixing drinks too.”

“Are my parents here?” I ask Jules.

“Yep, all the parents, and I do mean all the parents, including Brynna’s, are upstairs in the loft enjoying some quiet away from the chaos. Although, they took Olivia with them, so they’re living in their own special chaos.”

“Yes, we’re aware.” Leo nods and opens pizza boxes on the kitchen counter. “She’s adorable, but a handful.” He takes a big bite of pepperoni as he snags a beer in the bottle and walks into the living room to sit by Meg and chat.

“That’s my offspring you’re talking about.” Luke informs us and gives me a big hug. “How are you?” He whispers in my ear.