“Dear God, that lip is awesome,” I mutter and feel him smile against me. “Is that why you got it?” I ask, panting.

“No, side benefit.” He does it again.

“Leo.” God, I can’t breathe. I can’t even open my eyes. He’s turning me inside out.

“Mmm…”

“Need you, Leo,” I whisper, not even sure if the words are actually coming out of me, or if they’re simply in my head.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Okay, so I spoke them aloud.

“I need you inside me.” I shake my head against the pillow, going out of my mind with lust. If he turns me on any further, I’ll die.

Or burst into flames.

“I’ll get there,” he mutters and continues to assault my pussy with his mouth.

“Please,” I whisper and then whimper when he latches those amazing lips onto my clit and sinks two fingers inside me.

He’s trying to kill me.

I come like crazy around his fingers, my hips bucking and pushing against him, and finally he kisses and licks his way back up my body, rests his lower body against mine, and braces himself on his elbows on either side of my head, his hands in my hair and his face only centimeters from mine. My hands drift up and down his back and up over his shoulders so I can trace the tattoos on his arms.

“I love your ink,” I whisper and watch my fingers on his skin. “What does this one mean?”

“It represents the first song that I wrote that we recorded on our first album,” he replies, watching me intently.

“And this one?” I ask, tracing the other shoulder.

“That was the original artwork from the third album, but the studio chose to go with something different.” He brushes a piece of hair off my forehead and kisses me gently there.

“What about this?” I ask, touching his forearm.

“That one reminds me of Meg.”

“Really?” I ask with a smile.

He nods and nuzzles my nose with his. “If we keep this up, we’ll be here all night.”

“We have all night,” I remind him with a smile.

“Let’s continue the tattoo talk in a little while,” he suggests.

“Okay, what would you like to do in the mean time?” I continue to trace his ink with my finger.

“I can think of a few things.” He slowly sinks inside me. “Jesus, sunshine, I never get used to being inside you without a cover.”

“Mmm…” I agree and sigh as he keeps his hips still, seated completely inside me. “You feel so good.”

He links my hand with his, kisses my fingers, and lifts my hand over my head to rest against the bed. He clenches his hand firmly as he begins to move in and out of me, slow, but steady. He rests his forehead on mine.

“I’ve never in my life felt like this,” he murmurs and continues to make love to me. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Sam. More than music. More than anything.”

Tears pool in my eyes at his sweet words and I bite my lip.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I’m not,” I respond as a tear falls down into my hairline.

“Sure you’re not.” He grins and kisses me gently as he begins to move more swiftly, hitting that amazing spot with each thrust, until I feel the orgasm move through me, and I clench around him, pulling him under with me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Where are we going?” I ask and frown out the window of Leo’s car. We’re in the middle of nowhere.

“I have to show you something.”

“Another house?” I ask, unable to keep the excitement from my voice.

“Sure.” He shakes his head and smiles over at me.

“I hope it’s a different real estate agent. That chick was not the one for you.” I laugh at him and run my fingers through his messy, soft light brown hair.

“Definitely a different agent.” He catches my hand to kiss my palm.

We continue to drive on side roads, and I’ve completely lost track of where we are. Leo flips on the radio, turns to a popular local rock station and sings along with Pink.

“You’re a Pink fan?” I ask, surprised.

“Isn’t everyone? That chick is badass.” He laughs and shakes his head. “And she can fucking party like no one I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve heard she’s slowed down since she had a kid.” I sing along with the radio. This song is currently one of my favorites. You’ve got to get up and try…

“I think that’s true, but I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Where is this house we’re going to see?” I ask and examine our surroundings. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Be patient.” He laughs.

“I’m not patient. Have you not learned this by now?”

“That blue scarf looks beautiful on you.” He grins over at me, changing the subject. “Makes your eyes look even bluer.”

“You’re a charmer.” I wave him off and scowl at all the trees along the road. “And you’re going to be a single charmer if you buy a house I can’t find.”

He laughs and shakes his head at me, and I stop trying to figure out where we’re going and sit back to look at him. He’s in his black leather jacket today with his trademark faded blue jeans. No beanie, which I prefer, so I run my fingers through his hair again and sigh contentedly.

He keeps checking his watch as he continues to drive.

“Are we going to be late?”

He just shakes his head and grips the wheel a little tighter.

Why is he nervous?

“I think this is it,” he murmurs and pulls up to a cliff area that looks out over the Sound. I didn’t even realize we were this close to the water. There is a grassy bluff to my right with trees behind it. The view is spectacular.

But there is no house.

I frown over at Leo, but he’s already climbed out of the car and opens my door for me.

“Uh, Leo, there’s no house here.”

“Give me a minute.”

After he’s pulled me away from the car, he leans into the open passenger door and cranks the volume of the radio up so high that I’m pretty sure my brother over in Alki can hear it.

He checks his watch again, nods and pins me in his gaze.

“What are you doing?” I ask and laugh. “This is not like you.”

“Listen,” he murmurs.

The song on the radio ends and the DJ comes on.