Want you to come in my arms."
"Yes," Erin gasped. "Hurry."
His hands shook as he opened the wrapper, allowing her a little space to kick her remaining clothes across the floor. Barely upright, she squeaked when he pressed her back against the wall. He trailed his hand from her neck slowly down between her breasts and along her torso to her navel. Her skin pebbled to his touch.
"I love the contrast of your arm against mine," she muttered, touching his tattoo.
"Shush," he crooned, kissing her lips tenderly.
His erection nestled against her, though it didn't stay there. He fixed his mouth to hers and thrust, making them both groan. He didn't falter, plunging into her with long, slow strokes as he got lost in the pump of his erection into her slick flesh. His body burned, ignited, when his orgasm hit. He tossed his head back, grunting and bringing on Erin's own completion.
"I can't… hold us up," he panted, fighting to right his equilibrium as he lowered them to the floor.
Sweat filmed across Leo's chest, but he couldn't tear himself away from her to fetch a towel. In fact, he pulled her closer, nuzzling her hair and inhaling her scent.
"I had a really great date planned," he whispered, "before my hormones got the better of me."
She kissed his jaw, running her fingers down his arm. "This was a really great date."
"What? On my living room floor?" He snorted. "With my baby son in the next room?"
Erin nodded, kissing him again. "You have no idea of your pull, do you? I just want to be with you."
Leo couldn't stop the smile spreading across his face. "You say all the right things, Miss Miles. I might actually keep you."
"I might just let you."
He embraced her, keeping her close as he drew lazy circles on her arm with the tip of his finger. She hummed each time he got close to her wrist, snuggling closer to him.
"Sensitive?" He asked, placing a lingering kiss there.
Erin nodded, twisting around and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was grinning up at her, amazed she wanted to stick around.
"You're pretty amazing. Do you know that?"
Erin sniggered, combing her fingers through his hair. "Nope, I'm not. I just saw someone pretty fine and didn't want him walking, or rather driving, away."
"Even with—"
She slapped his chest, shooting him a warning glare. "If you're about to mention Joe, don't. He is not your baggage . He's your son, a part of you, and anyone thinking otherwise is pathetic."
"Yes, ma'am." He pouted, thoroughly chastised.
Leo kissed her again before jostling them around. "I need to clean up."
* * * *
Erin watched him walk away, his ass cheeks giving her a tantalizing view as he strolled to the bathroom. She pulled on his discarded T-shirt and chanced a sneak peek at Joe before Leo returned.
The sight of the little boy sleeping made her chest swell with love. He was adorable, and she still fought to understand why his mother wanted nothing to do with him. The buzzing of the doorbell had her leaving Joe quickly. She didn't want it to wake him, so after closing his bedroom door, she rushed to the monitor.
The screen blurred, flickering and randomly going out of focus. Erin could make out a young woman with dark hair. She hugged her waist as if she was cold and puffed on a cigarette. Tapping her high heels impatiently, she reached to press the bell again. Erin picked up the phone to speak to her.
"Hello?"
"Where's Leo?" the woman demanded, her tone sharp as a whip crack, leaving no room for discussion.
"Um, he's in the bathroom. Can I help you?"
"Who're you?" she snapped, glaring at the monitor.
She fumbled for what to say, confused as to how to describe what she was to Leo and Joe. However, the more she thought about it, the more she asked herself why . Who was this woman?
She chose to ignore the previous question and asked one of her own. "Can I leave Leo a message?"
"No!" the woman bellowed. "You can get him to open the fucking door."
Erin blinked, startled by the woman's rage. When Leo