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  “You...” she gulps in air, biting her lip, “...you’ve got my lipstick on your mouth.”

  That flips every switch I have. I cannot stand to let her go. I need her. And even though I know this changes nothing in the long run, my decision is made for tonight.

  “I want to kiss you again and smudge all your lipstick. I want to see it ring my cock when you suck me off and I want it to stain my skin and the sheets as I drown myself in you.” I use both hands to cup her face and she gasps. “I’m all kinds of fucked up in my head. I don’t know what I’m going to do or where I’m going to be. I don’t really know anything anymore except that you look like a goddam angel and instead of letting you go the only thing I can think of is how much I want to take you back to our room, strip off your halo and watch you sin.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Leighton

  Jonas. Get the damn door open.”

  He grunts against the kiss I plant on his mouth as he fumbles with the key card again. It’s only been a few moments since he blew me away with the speech on the street but it feels like an eternity and a half. I want him. My skin is tight with it and I feel like I’m going to combust if I can’t get him inside me as soon as possible.

  “You realize…” he mumbles against my mouth as he angles his head to get a better look at the lock on the door, “…that it is almost impossible to do anything with your hands on me?”

  “You need to learn to work under distracting conditions,” I say, letting my hands wander under the layers of his coat and Henley to map the smooth, hot expanse of skin on his abdomen. He grabs me tight around the waist and keeps me from diving back in for another lip lock while he finally gets the key in the lock and swings our door open.

  “Holy fuck. You’re going to kill me,” he says as he drags me inside the room and uses the weight of our bodies to close the door as he pins me to it. He does not hesitate, diving in to run his tongue along the exposed column of my neck. Jonas tastes, sucks, bites and I shiver in spite of the abundance of clothing I have on and my only thought is to remove all of it as quickly as possible.

  “Off,” I demand as I tug at the zipper on his leather jacket, dragging it down his arms until it gets stuck on his elbows.

  Jonas steps back and we both decide to tackle our own clothing because there is no time for slow, seductive stripper pole performances tonight. Our need is high, so hot there is a whiff of a lighted match in the air. Jackets, sweaters, boots, socks, jeans fly in every direction as we try to set a record for how fast we can get naked. I’m about to remove my panties, thumbs tucked over the waistband when Jonas stops me with two words.

  “Christ, Red.”

  Even if I couldn’t see his face in the one meager lamp we left on, the anguished tone of his voice tells me everything I need to know. I pause, dropping my hands as I let him get his fill.

  “I want to paint you. Just like this.” He steps forward, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone with the whisper touch of butterfly wings. I’m electrified, nipples tight and sex wet as I relax into his touch, giving myself up to the pleasure.

  He takes his time, exploring me with his touch and memorizing me with his eyes. I lift my hands, weaving my fingers into the dark waves of his hair, not directing his movement but anchoring myself to him as I feel my body begin to shake with my own desire.

  Jonas dips lower, tracing the path in between my breasts as he lowers himself to kneel in front of me. I watch him, eyes intent as he explores me like I’m something precious. I find myself offering up a quick prayer that if I remember only one thing my entire life it is the expression of awe and desire on his face at this very minute. Every girl should feel like this at least once in her life.

  “I have to taste.” Jonas leans in, his lips soft and moist as he follows the curve of my right breast, nuzzling my flesh until the hint of teasing slides into the wet, white hot sensation of his tongue swirling my aching nipple. I remove a hand from his hair to brace it against the hotel room wall as my knees go weak with the decadent pleasure.

  Jonas takes my reaction as the signal to devour me. One nipple, then the other is sucked inside, flicked with the tip of his tongue, teased and caressed with his fingers. I’m babbling, words I’m not even sure exist in the dictionary because I can’t think beyond processing the electrical signals of bliss zinging to my brain.

  I protest weakly when he leaves my breasts and travels lower, large hands anchored on my hips, the fingers digging into my flesh with a grip that I’m sure will leave a bruise. I want the marks, the thought of them staying with me when I leave him tomorrow comforting.

  He teases my flesh with soft kisses against my belly, the hair of his goatee adding a roughness that abrades my skin and sends tingles shooting out from the contact site. I know where he is heading and the anticipation is making me pant with my own desire, my fingers aching where they try to find purchase on the wall. My legs tremble beneath me, spreading involuntarily when I feel the warmth of his breath against the fabric of my panties.

  Jonas stops, only the pressure of his mouth against my mound and I get wetter, my body begging him to take what I have to offer.

  “My mouth is watering Red. I want to eat you up,” he groans, the vibration against my clit making me whimper. “I’m going to peel back these panties and lick you until you scream. I want you to come hard and come fast. I need you to be very wet for how hard I’m going to fuck you. Do you understand?”

  He lifts his eyes, hot and dark in the muted light of the room but I swear I see fire in them.

  “Do it.”

  It isn’t a plea. I don’t have the patience to wait or the self-control to play games. I’ll sign up for anything he wants to ensure that he puts his mouth on me in the next five seconds.

  As I watch, he teases a finger along the place where the fabric meets my skin on my mound, easing it away from my body. He moves it to the side, enough to expose me to his attention and then he wastes no time. He said he wants me to come hard and come fast and he is not a liar.

  His mouth covers me, tongue thrumming against my clit in a steady rhythm that is guaranteed to get me off. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. I want this. It feels so good and my need is like a live animal inside me, clawing its way to the place where pleasure is so sweet it’s almost painful.

  Just when I’m about to beg him for something that I don’t even know I need, he inserts two fingers deep inside me. Stroking me, filling me up only enough to make me crave something bigger, harder. I bear down on him, opening myself to his mouth and digits. I am right there. On the edge.

  I’m right there.

  It’s always like the Fourth of July behind my eyelids when Jonas makes me come. Blue, red, white, green streaks across the dark night sky of my brain as I fly into them and explode into shards of light and color.

  It is so good.

  I come down from my high with Jonas sliding up my body to wrap his arms around me and take my mouth in a kiss. His cock, hard and hot, presses against my belly as he invades me, leaving the taste of my desire on my tongue. I moan, wedging a hand in between us to wrap my fingers around him and stroke from crown to base.

  His hips flex as he drives his shaft into my hand, his body telling me just how much he wants me and all I want is to give him what he just gave me. A gift. This pleasure between us is a gift.

  His words on the street come back to me and I know what I want to do, the memory I want him to take with him as he finds his path in the world. Whether he lives in the light or in his eventual darkness, I can give him something that will withstand whatever his body throws at him.

  I push against his chest until he backs up to the edge of the bed. He releases my mouth and even though he looks confused he falls back on the mattress when I give him a gentle shove. His confusion deepens when he sees me go to my backpack and pull out a small bag.

  “What’s going on Red?”

  I turn back to him and toss the condom on the bed beside him. Walking s
lowly, I show him my tube of lipstick, remove the cap and twist the tube. I stop just in front of him and soak him in: muscled chest heaving with his labored breathing, cock lying flat against his body, the crown red and wet. He is gorgeous, edible, and I cannot wait to have my chance to taste.

  I swipe the vibrant red lipstick over my lips, replace the cap and toss it to the side before answering him.

  “I thought we’d test your theory on how good this will look wrapped around the base of your cock.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jonas

  Holy shit. She’s going to kill me.

  I can’t move, her words pinning me in place as my dick gets impossibly harder. On auto-pilot, I reach and take myself in hand, the slow stroke enough to calm me down a little bit.

  “Red. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was going to be hard and fast. I don’t know if you want to play with fire tonight.”

  She inserts her thumbs into the sides of her panties and before I can blink they are on the floor and she’s crawling onto the bed and towards me. I scoot back, it’s involuntary, my body reacting to the overload of endorphins and my brain’s disbelief that this is really happening. I’ve dreamed of this, woken up hard and aching for her and now she’s here. I barely resist the urge to pinch myself.

  “I’m not afraid of getting burned,” she answers. “Not anymore.”

  I check her out, loving the confidence on her face, the spark in her eyes that says she might finally understand how amazing she is. I lean back on the pillows, releasing my cock, inviting her to come and take whatever she needs.

  “I’m all yours, Red.”

  She laughs, easing across the bed until she can lean down and take me into her mouth with one long swallow. I buck up, digging my fingers into the coverlet. I expected her to ease into it and the immediate white hot heat of her mouth is almost enough to make me come on the spot.

  Leighton hums around my length, clearly amused by my reaction and I barely bite back the curse right on the tip of my tongue. She eases herself back up and I am mesmerized by the sight of my erection sliding between her ruby red lips. The fantasy was hot but the real thing threatens to blow my mind.

  “Fuck, Red. You’re perfect.” I swallow. “I was right. You look so good.”

  Her only answer is to take me inside her once again and to begin a slow and steady glide in and out of her mouth. Each pass makes me crazier until I white-knuckle grip the sheets because I don’t trust myself to touch her and not hurt her at this point. I need to come. I need to find some relief from this torment.

  She raises off and presses her tongue against the supersensitive spot under the head and I have to stop this insanity before I lose it. I reach down and lift her off me and throw her on her back in the middle of the bed. Her eyes are huge, lips swollen with her lipstick smudged around the edges and it is seriously the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I need to be inside you now,” I say, more of a statement than a request but she nods in agreement anyway.

  I grab the condom from the bed, rip off the foil and put it on with surprisingly steady hands. I move over her, settling between her legs and moving upwards until I can kiss her. She is so sweet and I can’t get enough, sweeping my tongue in over and over again. Her hands stroke along my back, my shoulders and into my hair and I arch into her touch. I can’t get enough, can’t feel enough.

  I pull back, locking eyes with her as I push myself inside her. She’s tight, so hot and I have to struggle to keep my eyes open. Perfection is the only word I can think of and it isn’t nearly enough. I move in and out slowly, easing into her body until I am buried deep inside her and nothing but air can get between us. The way it should be.

  “You and me Red. Together. Okay?”

  She nods her assent and I begin the in and out glide that will take us to the edge and over. I surprise myself by starting slowly, enjoying every clutch and drag of her muscle against my length. She undulates her hips against mine and I can tell by the gasps and shudders that our alignment is hitting all the right places for her over and over again.

  I speed up, the prickle of sharp electricity in my lower back tantalizing and promising the prize. She opens her legs wider, raising them until her heels are resting against my ass and digging in with every upward thrust of her body. Leighton is never a passive participant in sex. She demands her pleasure, using her body to tell when to move, which way to swivel the hips. I follow her clues and I’m rewarded with a deep moan at each thrust and a fluttering of her eyelids at impact.

  Somehow we maintain eye contact, the connection making everything that much more intense. I lift myself so that I can grasp her thigh, holding her in place as I snap my hips in shorter and shorter strokes. She begins talking and I lose my mind.

  “Yes Jonas. You’re going to make me come.”

  I reach down and rub her clit with my finger at the same time she starts playing with her nipples and all I can do is pray that she comes first because I’m so close the blood is roaring in my ears.

  “Red, please.” I’m not above begging because I need this like I need air. There is nothing to be embarrassed about when you’re lucky enough to feel even a tenth of what is going on between us.

  Leighton’s body bows upwards, stiff and shaking as her orgasm hits her and I watch her as long as I can before mine barrels down on top of me like a tidal wave.

  Fuck it feels amazing and I ride it out through every shivery pulse and then try to coax it out a little longer with shallow pumps into her body. I half-collapse on top of her as we try to catch our breath. The air in the room is slightly chilly but we burn like a furnace which is good because I don’t have the energy to drag the covers over us right now.

  Leighton rolls into me, tucking her head underneath my chin and wrapping her arm around my waist. I play with her hair, twisting it around my fingers as we drift in and out. Being here with the snow raging outside and cocooned in this room feels right. The two of us against the world. I will take this with me when I leave, pull it out for the time when it gets too much.

  Her next question makes me wonder if she can read my mind. “Will you paint us? Capture how we are together?”

  I already have. Ten to fifteen canvases and countless sketchpad pages filled with every moment with Leighton. The dark rose of her nipples, the auburn tint of her bush. The way her eyes close when she comes.

  “Yes. I will.” I shift to look down at her. “Is that okay?”

  “Send one to me. I want to see us.”

  I nod and tuck her head back under my chin, trying to slow down the rapid beat of my heart. I’ll send it to her because she asked but I can’t deny the panic at the thought. When she sees it everything will be out on the table between us and I’ll have nowhere to hide. Because anyone who looks at a painting of Leighton will know just how much I love her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Jonas

  You can move, Red.”

  I should have told her ages ago but it’s been a riot watching her try to lie still while I sketch. To be such a quiet person, she is a fidgeter of epic proportions. I thought she was going to squirm right off the bed at one point. Apparently I’m not doing a great job hiding my amusement because she takes one look at my face and launches a pillow at me. I dodge it, batting it back at her one-handed.

  And then it’s on.

  Leighton launches at me with the pillow and tries to take me down but what she brings to the table in enthusiasm is no match for my larger size. But I’m a guy so I like the way her body moves against me and I let her think she’s going to win for a little bit longer than is realistic.

  It ends with her pinned under me, one of my legs lying on top of hers and immobilizing her. She is flushed and breathing heavily, her hair a wild mess of curls around her face. She is stunning.

  “Do you give up?” I ask, panting a little myself from the exertion. She shoves against me feebly one last time and then dissolves into a frustrated groan and giggle that makes my dick p
ulse with expectation. I love her laugh. Everything about this girl turns me on. I run my fingers over her stomach, threatening to tickle her if she doesn't surrender. “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  She pushes my hand away and we shift our bodies around on the bed. We end up with my head on her belly and her lying on her back with her legs extended up, feet resting on the headboard. Leighton runs her fingers through my hair and I’m in heaven.

  Quiet settles over us as we watch the snow fall outside the window. The flakes are big and fat now, signs that the storm is winding down and we might catch a flight out of here tomorrow. The hint of disappointment at leaving is new but not surprising and tempers my itch to get to Rome and beyond.

  “Can I see the picture?” Leighton asks, gesturing towards my sketchpad, which ended up at the end of the bed during our pillow fight.

  I lift up and snag the book, handing it over to her before I can change my mind. She’s seen my work before just not any of the pictures of her. I hold my breath and turn back to the window as she flips through the pages. She is focused, occasionally letting out a murmur of appreciation or recognition at the subject matter.

  “I want this one.” She holds up one of Landon facedown on the couch, mouth hanging open after a night of partying. The best part is his pants halfway down his legs and his smiley face boxer shorts on display. I remember that moment, he was so trashed and I was hungover but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get the moment down on paper. “I’ll frame it and give it to my mom for Christmas.”

  “It’s yours,” I say, laughing at Mrs. Greer’s probable reaction. “I might have to accept your annual invite to hang out with you guys over the holidays just to see that.”