Leo
Miller's eyes roamed over my bare chest like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Fuck…" he breathed, his hands immediately sliding up my torso. His warm palms explored every inch of my chest and stomach. "Your clothes really do cover up this beautiful body. What a damn shame but I am glad that I am seeing it now."
Before I could respond, he surged up and kissed me again — deep, hungry, and full of pent-up need.
His hands never stopped moving as they stroked over my skin, his thumbs brushing across my nipples in a way that made me gasp into his mouth.
I could feel how hard he was beneath me, pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin sweatpants.
I kissed him back just as fiercely, my fingers threading through his hair as I rocked my hips slowly against his, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.
His fingers stopped again on my bare chest, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened under his touch.
