His eyes are on fire, watching me intently, panting as if we’d just run three miles. I smile up at him and repeat the motion, up and down on him, teasing him with my tongue and the tips of my teeth, and then sucking vigorously.

“Fucking A, Samantha,” He pulls me to my feet and into his arms, stomping out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” I ask with a chuckle as I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his neck.

“Bedroom. I’m going to have to stock every room of your apartment with condoms,” he mutters and sets me down on the bed, pulls a foil packet out of the drawer and makes quick work of suiting up as he crawls onto the bed beside me.

I straddle him and run my hands up his arms to link our fingers and pin them to the bed beside his head, raise my hips and impale myself on his hard shaft.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“You sort of turn me on,” I respond with a sassy grin.

“I’m so happy to hear that, sunshine,” he replies sarcastically and chuckles and then groans as I grip my intimate muscles around him and pull up, then push back down and begin to ride him, circling my hips, grinding my clit against his pubis, and I feel the pressure begin to build, my stomach tightens, and I break out into a sweat.

“Damn you feel good,” I whisper and move faster, chasing the orgasm that’s almost in my reach.

“Let go of my hands, Sam.”

I comply and he palms my breast with one hand and his talented thumb finds my clit and sends me over the edge in an overwhelming climax. Before I can resurface, he lifts me off him and flips me onto my stomach, pulls my ass in the air and shoves himself into me roughly.

“Oh God, yes!” I cry and push my palm against the headboard as I rock back onto him. He grips my hips tightly and fucks me hard, growling and panting, in the most deliciously primal way I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chants as he pulls me back onto him and empties himself inside of me.

I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.

Jesus, what is he doing to me?

He collapses on top of me, pushing me into the mattress, and I don’t even care if I can breathe. I think he may have just killed me anyway.

And what a way to go.

He slowly pulls out of me and rolls to the side and off the bed to discard the condom, then crawls onto the bed and covers us both with the blankets, tucking me against his side, with my head on his chest.

“Meow.” Levine jumps onto the bed, eyeing Leo for a second and then nudges Leo’s hand with his head.

“He likes you,” I whisper and smile as Leo pets his head.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I’m fantastic, thanks. You?”

Leo laughs and shoos the cat aside, who then flips his tail at him and curls into a ball at the end of the bed and begins to take a bath.

“Fantastic is a good description.” He kisses my forehead lightly.

“Are you leaving now?” I ask, ready to put some distance between us, yet hoping he says he wants to stay.

He stills for a moment, and then tips my chin back so I’m looking him in the eye. “Do you want me to leave?”

“You can stay.” I shrug. “I might have a use for you in the morning.”

He lowers his face to mine and nibbles my lips softly, then rubs his nose against mine. “I want to stay.”

“Okay.” He’s running his fingers up and down my back, making me sleepy.

“You don’t have any tattoos,” he murmurs sleepily.

“Nope,” I confirm.

“No desire to?” He asks.

“Nope.”

“Gee, you’re so chatty.” He chuckles. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just never found anything that I wanted on me forever.” I shrug and trace one of his stars again with my fingertip. “I like yours. I’ve seen them in photos, of course, but they’re better in person.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you gonna get more?” I ask.

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Probably.”

“They photograph well.”

“That’s what I’m told.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead again.

“Are you starting to miss it?” I ask, and he doesn’t even pretend that he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“Sometimes, but I’m enjoying the break. I’m writing music, and I talk to most of the band just about every day.”

“You’re close to them.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah, they’re my brothers.” He turns on his side so we’re facing each other, wraps his arm around my low back and holds me close. “We spend a lot of time together.”

“Are any of them married?” I ask, although I already know the answer. Nash is my favorite band. I’ve seen interviews.

“Yeah, a couple are. It’s not easy for them to be away from their families for long stretches. We’re all enjoying the break.”

“Can’t they take their families on tour with them?”

“They do part of the time.”

I nod and trace his jaw with my finger. “How have you managed to stay single?” I ask. “You’re the most eligible rockstar bachelor in the US right now.”

He frowns and then laughs and me. “Whatever.”

“You are.” I push his shoulder and smile at him. “Spill it.”