deserved something real, something normal , but it was very difficult with Joe, though she didn't seem to begrudge his son. His brain needed to communicate with his fingers, however, because they were currently creeping slowly up her thigh.
"Leo! No touching until after we eat!" She bit out but never tried to remove his hand from her leg.
He laughed, his mouth opening wide. The pull to touch her was so strong. It was difficult to keep the date at the forefront of his mind when all he wanted to do was get her on her back and bury himself in her warm, wet heat.
"Problem?" He asked innocently, shooting her a lopsided grin.
"Nope," she squeaked.
His hand was now millimeters from her panties, having worked it up under her short shirt. He stopped at the edging and flexed his fingers. Each time he did, they caressed her cotton-covered folds. Keeping the smirk on his face, he continued to tease, touching her fleetingly before pulling away.
"I mean it, Mr Sommers. Hands off."
It sounded weak; he didn't believe for one second that she wanted his hands off her body, but that could wait. For now, it was important to give Erin this.
"What if I don't want to? Maybe I've decided to skip dinner altogether," he stated, as his finger traced her mound.
She bit her lip, a low groan slipping out.
"Don't give me the cheesy line about having your dessert first. That's old, Leo, real old."
"Wasn't going to."
She reached up, combing her fingers through his hair. They hadn't discussed what had happened in his bedroom, just continued as they had done before. They still touched and kissed but hadn't had sex again. Leo wanted that small step back. He hoped it would give Erin some headspace. He wanted her to be certain about this. They were circling each other now, both waiting for the other one to make a move.
"Is Joe asleep?"
She tried to ignore his questing fingers, though it was getting near impossible. Especially when he lowered his lips to her neck, peppering it with kisses as he hummed his response. Her fingers tightened in his hair, gripping tightly.
Tiny vibrations skimmed across his skin from her soft sighs, and each one made his groin tighten with need. Her face nuzzled the crook of his neck, her tongue licking along his throat. Pressing his knuckles against her sex, he felt the wetness of her panties.
His lips were close to her ear when he whispered, "Erin, I want to touch you. Please?"
He swallowed hard, waiting on her response. She was killing him. He tried to stick to the rules they'd made for the night and one sentence—one touch was enough to make him crumble. Each time she moved her lips, they caressed the sensitive skin on his neck, eliciting small shivers of pleasure.
Erin opened her mouth, but he stopped her words as he crashed his lips against hers. It was needy, hot, devouring. A kiss that had lust curling low in his abdomen. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples pushing against the fabric. Each time he stroked her panties, his tongue stroked hers, slowly and gently building his arousal. It wasn't necessary; he wanted her passionately already.
Leo could feel her racing heart, along with the heating of her skin. She was intoxicating, and he was well aware what waited for him beneath the sexy clothes. He longed to be able to lift her up, slam her against the far wall, and thrust into her until she screamed his name. He wanted carefree abandon, but with Joe here, he could no longer have it. He couldn't do the things he used to, not that he would change that now. He loved his son.
He smirked against her lips. He would just have to make sure she kept quiet.
Erin sighed as he began to place an open-mouthed kiss along her neck. His attraction to her consumed his every sense. His mind told him continually he should take this slowly; they needed to be cautious, but his body demanded attention. Demanded her.
He pressed her back against the small table by the door. "Open your legs," he urged.
There was no