And now she’d gone and sprinted away from him like some kind of drama queen. But she hadn’t known what to say after a kiss like that. If he’d asked her a question, she’d probably have ended up babbling, or speaking in tongues.
She heard the sound of a bolt turning in a lock, and then a tap on a door. Leo was knocking on the door that joined their two rooms.
Georgia just stared at the door for a moment. If she opened it, anything might happen. Was that good, or terrifying?
Their currency, as Becca had put it, came back to her in a rush. It was speed. Their skates on the ice. The tennis ball flying back and forth over the net. And kisses so hot they could leave contrails in the sky.
“Gigi,” he said from behind the door. “Let me see your face.”
But that’s what had started this mass confusion in the first place. For six years she hadn’t see Leo Trevi. She didn’t have to feel so much.
“Gigi,” he said again. “Please.”
Hell.
She crossed to the door and unlocked it. Then she opened the door, and he was there, looking hot and enormous, leaning one elbow on the frame, his hand in his hair. He took a step toward her. “Can we talk . . .”
Her heart in her mouth, Georgia launched herself at him. Her mouth collided with his, and she heard him emit a grunt of surprise. But Leo Trevi had always had natural reflexes and an athlete’s ability to read the game. So his hands closed around her waist only a nanosecond later. He took over the kiss as Georgia stood on tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck. His mouth was firm and welcoming, and she closed her eyes and let go.
He smelled like clean sweat and Leo. When she parted her lips, his whiskers tickled her chin. But that was the only truly unfamiliar part of this moment. When his hungry tongue swept inside, meeting hers, it felt like coming home. How many times had she kissed Leo Trevi? A million? Never had she appreciated it more than right now. She pressed closer, her hips and chest fitting against his hard body, extinguishing all the distance between them.
Leo moaned, long and low, and the sound vibrated throughout her body. Strong hands slid down her rump and then squeezed.
God. Her little tennis skirt and his thin workout shorts didn’t put up much of a barrier. He was right there. And hard for her. She let out a desperate whimper.
“Fuck,” he rumbled into her mouth. Then he lifted her, forcing Georgia to break their kiss and just hold on tight.
She was airborne, and they were moving. And all the while, Georgia kept her eyes slammed shut, as if the moment were a dream that might disappear if she opened them.
A moment later she landed on his lap. He’d sat down on whatever upholstered chair the hotel room contained. Her knees splayed to either side of Leo’s lap, landing on the cushioned seat. She was straddling him. He pulled her close and kissed her again.
Georgia let her hands wander over his broad chest, reacquainting herself with all the muscle she found there. Her fingertips swept downward, skimming his six-pack, then up again until her thumbs brushed hardened nipples behind his T-shirt.
He groaned. Loudly. They’d always been vocal about their desires, and so free with each other’s bodies. That was before Georgia had known to appreciate what an incredible gift it was to have wild, uninhibited sex with someone who loved you.
“Innocent” wasn’t a word many people would have used to describe their sexual relationship. But in so many ways it was exactly that. They’d pleasured each other in every possible way, with gusto and without fear.
Until the day they hadn’t anymore.
Georgia pushed that idea right aside. She swept her hand under the hem of Leo’s shirt, finding hot skin. And everything was better again. Her mind was free of distractions. There were only his wet, open-mouthed kisses on her neck and her wandering hands.
Forgetting herself, Georgia pressed her aching body against Leo, trapping his erection right where she wanted it. She caught his face in her two hands and fitted her mouth against his, where it belonged. His tongue invaded immediately, and she let out a moan that could probably be heard throughout Phoenix. She felt her body gathering itself in, tightening the strings of expectation. His hands cupped her ass, encouraging her to move. She slid up the length of him and then back down again, and he groaned.
Clinging to him, she moved against him with increasing urgency, and Leo rolled his hips to meet her. And all the while their kisses were deep and desperate. They were teammates who’d played the game together so many times they knew exactly what the other needed. Her desire coiled more tightly with every successive kiss.
“Georgia,” he rasped between kisses. “Look at me.”
Her eyes popped open on command, but she wasn’t quite ready for the fiery look in his heavy-lidded eyes. He was burning up for her. It was something she’d never thought she’d see again.
“Missed you,” he rumbled before taking her mouth in another scorcher.
That was all it took. Her hips shook even as Georgia felt her heartbreak crest and overflow. She buried her face in Leo’s neck and came with a sobbing gasp.
He made a soul-deep noise and then clamped his arms around her back. She shuddered, and his grip tightened, just holding her. His big strong arms were like a warm cage, and she didn’t want to be released.
Her heart rolled around in her chest like a milkmaid in a haystack. But as she began to calm down, the awkwardness of the moment crept in. She’d just thrown herself at her ex and ridden his dick until . . . Gah. It was the first orgasm she’d had with another person in the room since the last one he gave her when she was barely old enough to vote. And all without taking her clothes off or managing to have a proper conversation that lasted as long as the crazy make-out session she’d just inspired.
It was all horrifically embarrassing. And yet it somehow seemed perfectly rational to keep her face jammed into the hollow between his shoulder and his ridiculously attractive jaw.
Leo held on tight, stroking her hair with one of his oversized hands. Just as he pressed a single kiss to the side of her head, there was a knock on the door.
“Princess? I thought we were having coffee. Did you forget about me?”
Georgia sat up fast, almost clocking Leo in the chin. Scrambling off his lap, she stood on shaky knees, panic in her stomach. “Dad? I, uh.” Her eyes cut involuntarily to the open doors bridging her room with Leo’s.
He took the hint, standing up beside her. Leo looked flushed and rumpled from all the pawing she’d done. He raised his palm to touch her cheek in a silent leave-taking.
“Princess?”
“Just got back from playing tennis!” she called, tiptoeing after Leo to shut the door behind him. “Need a quick shower!” And someone to slap some sense into me. And probably a new job.