Leo's lips brushed against Scarlett's softly, hesitantly, waiting for her rejection. When it didn't come, his hand slid along her jaw to the back of her damp hair, growing bolder and fisting it slightly, inciting a soft moan that he took advantage of. Slipping his tongue inside he explored her mouth like many times before.
Scarlett grasped at Leo's shirt, tugging him closer, pressing her breasts against him, breath stuttering when his knee started pushing her bare legs apart.
"Leo…" She turned her head aside, breathing heavily.
There were only mere inches between them, sharing the same breaths. "Tell me to stop," he whispered darkly. "And I will…"
Leo's thumb brushed along her plush lips, searching her eyes as she looked back at him. Her heart raced, the pulse in her neck thumping, counting the seconds between their heated, locked stare. Her lips collided with his again, wordlessly giving him his answer.
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