Leo pulled her down onto his chest, kissing her and thrusting with abandon, all that muscle pumping under her while she held on tight. Then, with a deep gasp he grabbed her hips one more time and slammed their bodies together. He shuddered and moaned and it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
It was quiet after that, except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Big, clumsy hands swept the hair off her sweaty neck while he slowly kissed her.
After a moment, Georgia tucked her cheek against his chest and smiled. She may have just greatly complicated her life. But now was not the moment to worry about it. She was too busy feeling lucky.
She lay on his chest a long time, with Leo playing with her hair. No words were spoken, but eventually Leo gave a chuckle.
“What?” she asked, her voice hoarse from disuse.
“Just occurred to me to wonder if you still have that IUD you got in high school.”
She lifted her head and looked into eyes so ridiculously attractive that she almost forgot the question. “Absolutely.” She put her head on his shoulder again. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
His arms tightened around her back and he sighed. “I know. And, anyway . . .” The sentence died.
“What?”
“Eh. You won’t want to hear it.”
She picked her head up again. “What?”
He gave her a slow grin. “The idea of making babies with you always made me hot.”
“Really? Geez.” Now there was a crazy idea. “Bite your tongue. We were babies ourselves.”
“Maybe so.” His smile widened, but he looked up at the ceiling. “I used to think about it, though. Still like the idea.”
Her heart wobbled. “This is not the right time for that discussion.”
Leo gave her a squeeze. “Knew you’d say that.”
“Seriously. We can’t just pick up where we left off. Pretend like six years didn’t happen.”
He gave her ass a friendly slap. “My dick is inside you right now. Seems like we picked up just fine.”
Well, damn. Georgia felt a happy throb between her legs which made it hard to argue the point. She lifted her body a few inches, separating them, and Leo gave a sexy groan that made her toes curl again.
She needed to get out of this bed and put some distance between herself and Leo. But he pulled her onto his chest again, and she instinctively relaxed against him. They’d been champion cuddlers back in the day. And—as with all sports—muscle memory wasn’t so quickly lost. Their bodies still knew exactly how they were supposed to fit together, with her head tucked under his chin, and their legs intertwined.
Seriously. If cuddling after sex was a medal sport, they’d own that podium. And why did this not feel strange? It ought to, she reasoned. I’m lying naked on Leo Trevi, she thought, trying to shock herself.
Nothing.
Weird.
But even if sex with her high school boyfriend wasn’t scary in and of itself, missing the jet to Dallas was. And dawn was already lighting the edges of the hotel curtains. “We have to get up,” she said, still boneless and splayed all over Leo.
“Uh-huh,” he said, not moving a muscle.
“We can’t be the last people stumbling onto the bus, together and with sex hair.”
His chest wobbled beneath her ear as he chuckled. “If you say so.”
She gathered the tattered remains of her Type A personality together and pushed herself up. “I mean it. Gossip is not what we need right now. We can’t have everyone whispering about our one-night stand.”
Leo reached up with one of his long, edible-looking arms and tugged her back down onto his spectacular chest. “Fuck that,” he said. “You and I don’t have one-night stands. We have forever-night stands.”
Georgia’s heart took an hour-long tango lesson when he said that. When she’d been young and deep in puppy love, she and Leo had used the word “forever” with each other. And then when they hit the skids, it had hurt worse than anything. She turned her face to the side, turning away from all the brilliance that was Leo. It was hard to think rationally while lying on his body.
But Leo only began nuzzling the back of her neck. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Georgia girl. Even if you give me the cold shoulder on the plane today. Even if you go all shy on me. It’s on.”
She slowly sat up again and gently disentangled herself from Leo. But the cold air was a shock, and she missed the hard press of his body immediately.
Gah. Make up your mind, crazy lady.
“I need another shower,” she said. And it was certainly true.
“Mmm,” Leo growled from the mattress. “Wonder why that is?” He sat up, too, and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her neck, and she shivered everywhere. Leo was hard again. She felt him pressing against her hip. Her latent teenage bad girl considered ignoring the lateness of the hour altogether.
But that wouldn’t go well for either of them. “Let me up, hunk. I have twenty-five minutes to try to look like a professional.”
“Uh-huh,” he said between kisses to her neck. “You know, the whole sexy publicist look really works for me.”
“Leo,” she grumbled, but it was just posturing. It had been a long time since she was someone’s object of attraction. It made her feel young again.
“That tight skirt you wore to the game last night made it hard to concentrate.”
“I’ll wear something baggy to the next one. We need the wins.” She slid off his lap and moved toward the edge of the bed.
“Wait.” His long arms reached for her hips. “I need to say good-bye to the tatas.”
Georgia’s heart squeezed as Leo leaned down to nuzzle her left nipple. “Later,” he said, the word muffled by the swell of her breast. Then he dipped his head to have a word with the other one.
It was absolutely ridiculous. And yet Georgia’s eyes got hot. Because he used to do the same thing after they’d fooled around in high school. When it was time to get dressed and take Georgia home to meet her curfew, he’d say good night to her boobs. Although both of them enjoyed it, it was a joke.
Except it wasn’t anymore. Now it was just one more thing to remind Georgia how much time had passed. Was it their ritual alone? What other sets of knockers had Leo conversed with over the past six years?
Don’t go there, she coached herself.
Leo lifted his chin and gave her a very sweet kiss on the lips.
Then, with a lump in her throat, she pulled away, retreating to her own room to shower and dress.