Chapter 148: Touched By Anyone else

Leo’s POV

​Her eyes moved slowly over my skin, tracing every line of muscle until they stopped at the fresh ink over my heart—the tattoo I’d gotten a year ago when the grief was at its peak.

​She reached out, her damp fingertips trembling as she touched the elegant script. It was her name, Scarlett.

​"Scarlett," she whispered, reading it aloud.

​She leaned in, her lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss directly over the ink. The feel of her lips against my chest sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. She didn’t stop there. She began to trail hot, wet kisses across my chest, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. When she took my nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, I let out a long moan, my head thumping back against the tile.

​"Fuck, Scar," I growled, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

​Her hand dropped lower, her knuckles grazing the ridge of my jeans before she gripped my belt. She unbuckled it with a desperate hunger, the metal clinking in the quiet room. She made quick work of the zipper and shoved the heavy denim down my legs. I kicked them away, standing there in only my boxers, my hardness straining painfully against the thin fabric of my boxers.

​She didn’t make me wait. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down. My cock sprang free, hard and pulsing, aching for the warmth I’d been denied for three years.

​She didn’t look away. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around my cock, and I nearly went to my knees. "Fuck," she breathed, her thumb smoothing over the tip.

running, the steam filling the space until the world outside the glass didn’t exist. As

face, my thumbs tilting her

glass drowned out by the heavy thuds of our hearts. Her hand found my cock again, wrapping around the base and stroking me with a slow, agonizing rhythm that had me seeing stars. I was on cloud nine, lost in the pleasure and the heat of

then, a cold realization began to seep

wasn’t the shy, hesitant girl I had lost three years ago. She handled me with an expertise that felt different.

jealousy was killing me... Our eyes locked, hers dark with desire and confused

you stop?" she whispered, her voice husky

lips. "Have

the truth. I felt sick with the image of another man touching her,

away. Instead, she let out a slow, steady breath and rested her back against

it around my waist and pulling me closer until

her fingers interlacing with mine, and

it out for yourself,

and the wetness nearly making me lose my mind. I watched her eyes roll back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips

My finger was barely inside, and I could feel her walls clenching around

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