Enticing (Red Lips & White Lies Book 3)
Enticing: Chapter 18

Putting a kid to bed who claims she isn’t tired is like putting to bed that one drunk friend we’ve all had. First there’s the refusal. She will not go to bed. She doesn’t need sleep. Then there’s the request for water, and different pajamas because hers feel itchy, followed by begging for you to lay with them. Tossing and turning and some weird yoga-like positions. And finally, she’s asleep. Upside down with her head at the foot of the bed, one leg under a cover and her arm around her teddy bear. But sleeping so I’ll take it.

—Addie’s Secret Thoughts

Icreep out of Izzy’s room as quietly as possible. My girl. She never gives me that hard a time, but she also just got handed eight brand-new cousins and a whole brand-new family who may have looked at me, wondering if I’m a gold-digging whore, but they were super sweet to my girls.

Definitely something we’re going to have to work on though.

I walk into my bedroom, unsure whether I’ll replace Leo in here or not. Unsurprisingly, he’s sitting on my bed in black jersey sleep pants with Lennox sleeping on his bare chest. It’s like he’s determined to demolish every wall I have.

“She asleep?” he murmurs, careful not to wake my sleeping baby, and sweet baby Jesus in a manger on Christmas, I’m jealous of my daughter because this man’s chest is chiseled perfection. And my daughter on it is the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, bar none.

Holy freaking hell.

This man . . . My husband.

“Yeah.” I sit down on the bed and unzip my boots. “Looks like they’re both out. Give me a minute, and I’ll put her down.”

I kick off my shoes, then wiggle my toes, working out the numbness I always get from wearing them. I’ve had them for years, and they’ve always been my favorite. Seriously, my ass looks amazing in them. But damn, they hurt.

“I can put her down,” he offers, and I realize he’s already changed her.

“I already married you, Sinclair. You don’t have to win me over,” I tease as he stands, that predatory grin back in place.

“You did marry me, didn’t you?” He kisses the top of my head and crosses the room. “Pretty sure that makes this our wedding night, wife.”

And then he slips out of my room . . . our room . . . to put Lennox down, leaving me to wonder what happens now? Am I ready for things to happen? Do I want them to?

Oh, who am I kidding?

Yes, I want them to happen.

I want him, but even that thought sends a panicked shiver down my body because wanting Leo is such a complicated thing. My heart hurts, just thinking about it. So I don’t. I grab pajamas from my drawer in the closet and walk into my bathroom, hoping maybe he’ll be asleep by the time I’m done.

Am I acting like a scared child? Yes. Yes, I am.

I don’t know how to do this anymore. How to trust a man with my body. Can I even give him my body without giving him my heart? Because the only way I’m going to survive Leo Sinclair is by guarding my heart. He’d be so easy to give it to. And I just don’t think I can do that again. I barely pulled my life back together after the last time my heart was smashed to smithereens along with my body. And I’m barely surviving now. How bad would it be if I let it happen again?

It doesn’t take me long to wash my face, brush my hair, and change.

What takes a little longer is working up the nerve to go back out there, and when I do, Leo isn’t on the bed. He’s in the closet, putting away clothes. What the hell?

“Leo?”

“These drawers were empty.” He looks up from a big, black leather bag, and beautiful blue eyes darken as a hunger sets in. “Adelaide. You’re not making this easy.”

“What?” I ask, having no idea what he’s talking about but emboldened by that look. I take a few steps into the closet and grab the next piece of clothing from his bag to hand to him. And of course they’re boxer shorts. Why would they be anything else? “What am I not making easy, Leo? I cleared out drawers for you.”

Leo takes the shorts from my hands and lays them on top of the square built-in dresser that’s nearly as big as the island in the center of the kitchen. With the same beautiful white marble and pale-blue cabinetry Gran had installed a few years ago in the kitchen, I guess she redid this closet then too.

He turns me to the full-length mirror in the corner. Standing behind me, he pulls my hair off my shoulders and wraps an arm around my waist, resting his hand just above the waistband of my blue fleece shorts and just below the edge of my white and blue Bay Hawks tank top. His heat sears my skin, branding me. “Sweetheart, I’m trying to be good here. I’m trying to give you time. I’m trying not to rush you. I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”

“I don’t understand, Leo . . .”

He runs his nose along my neck and around my ear, sending goosebumps dancing down my skin.

He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles, sending shockwaves down to the tips of my toes. “You’re taking my name. And you’re standing here in another team’s colors again. Only this time I can’t take them off you.”

“Oh . . .” I lean my head back against his bare chest, and suddenly I want it off.

The tank. The shorts.

I want them gone.

I want to feel his hands and his lips and his cock.

I want them on me. In me. I want him everywhere.

Him. I want him everywhere.

Leo brushes the underside of my bare breast, and I swear that touch . . . I can feel it down to my core.

His other hand grips my hips as his lips graze my neck, driving me wild.

We look so fucking hot. Like the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

He towers over me. His big frame drowning me.

His crystalline eyes hot and hungry. And fuck me, I need more.

I cover his hand with mine and slide it under my shorts and over my lace panties. “Touch me, Leo, please,” I plead, absolutely desperate for him.

“Take off their colors, and I’ll give you everything you need,” he growls against my skin, and my clit throbs. “But I’m not giving you want you want while you’re wearing their colors.”

I lift my arms and keep my eyes locked on his, scared if I lose that connection, I’ll lose the strength he gives me. “Then take them off me.”

He pulls it off me slowly, savoring every new inch of skin as it’s revealed in the reflection before he tosses it to the floor. And before I can get scared that this body has carried two babies and doesn’t look the same as it did a few years ago, Leo runs his palms over all the newly exposed skin, then cups both breasts in his big hands.

“Oh God . . .”

“Are you sensitive, sweetheart?” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I moan and tip my head up, desperate for his lips on mine.

“Leo . . .” I whimper, and he boosts me up and sits me down on the oversized dresser, taking my mouth with his.

The look in those eyes is possessive and greedy, and I can feel them touching me everywhere . . . But it’s not enough. I want more. And as if he reads my mind, Leo drags his tongue down my neck and over my collarbones, grazing his teeth along my thrumming pulse, teasing me.

It’s been so long since anything has felt this good . . .

I arch my back, needy for more as my breasts brush his chest, creating the most delicious friction. My nipples are tight little peaks, straining and desperate . . . and when he pulls one into his mouth, I cry out and sink my hands in his hair, holding him to me. His teeth tug on my nipple as his other hand kneads my breast. The rough pad of his thumb pinching and teasing until I don’t think I can take anymore.

“Jesus, Adelaide . . .” He drags his warm, wet mouth down my body while his hands cup my ass. He pulls my shorts off, then dips his tongue to swirl a circle around my belly button as my abs shake with each deep breath I take. “You’re a vision. I can’t fucking wait to feast on this pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

I squirm, unable to form words, overwhelmed by it all.

His hot mouth on my cool skin and the absolutely filthy words turning me on more than I ever imagined he could. “Leo . . . please.”

His big blue eyes look up at me. The hunger there is almost too much to take as he drags his tongue up my thigh and over my sex through the lace of my panties.

My hips lift, and Leo presses them down, keeping me where he wants me.

“Fuck . . . I want to taste you. Tell me we’re good, wife. Tell me this isn’t too much, too fast. Tell me you’re not going to regret this,” he demands, and it’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

I plant my feet flat on the dresser and let my legs fall open, embracing the sudden surge of confidence. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want your mouth on me, husband.”

“Fuck. Say it again,” he growls and rips my panties from my hips with his bare hands.

And— Oh. My. God.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Taste me, Leo.”

In a move so shocking, I cry out loud enough I’m shocked I don’t wake the girls, Leo slaps my pussy, and I’m sure I soak the marble beneath me.

“Husband,” I pant, knowing that’s what he wanted. “I want your mouth on me, husband. Please . . . Please. Please.”

“That’s a good girl.” He drags his flattened tongue through my sex and grazes his teeth over my clit before he buries his face in my drenched core, and it’s everything I knew it would be with Leo.

His big hands slide under my ass, lifting me to his mouth as he devours me.

Licking and sucking and biting.

Driving me to the edge over and over again as I tremble beneath his touch, desperate for more.

For everything.

For him.

“Leo . . . God, yes.” I sink my fingers in his soft hair and hold him where I want him.

Where I need him.

Leo throws my legs over his shoulders and growls into my pussy, and holy hell . . .

My entire body tightens and shudders, shaking as his teeth graze my clit, and he plunges the first big, blunt finger inside me . . .

I’m so tight. So full.

He tongues my clit over and over, adding another finger and stretching me as I shift my hips shamelessly, desperate for more.

I fuck his face as he pulls me closer to him. “Give me what I want, Addie,” he growls, sending vibrations through me, and God, it’s so fucking hot. “Mine.”

So fucking good.

He catches my clit between his teeth and tugs, and holy shit.

I explode without warning.

Quivering while he licks me through my orgasm, prolonging it until it’s too much and not enough. Until I can’t possibly take anymore.

Then he slides my legs off his shoulders and straightens, and damn, if he’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s all broad shoulders and bare chest with flawlessly chiseled abs, with a perfect V disappearing into his dark pajama pants.

And that smile. It’s intoxicating.

“Fucking delicious, Addie.” He traces my lips with the tip of his fingers, then presses down on my tongue until I lick it clean. And the way his pupils dilate is enough to make me want more already.

He lifts me from the dresser and sets me on my feet, then turns away, and the cocky fucker grins.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

Oh, man . . . the way his eyes sparkle when he says it leaves me little doubt that he’s up to something, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care. Not after that orgasm.

Leo walks back in, holding something behind his back. “Arms up.”

He doesn’t show me what it is, but I’m betting it’s not my tank.

I lift my arms and smile when I see the colors.

“Your jersey?” I laugh, thinking it’s going to be stiff and bulky like a typical jersey but knowing I’m going to sleep in it anyway because it’s his. But as he pulls it down my body, I’m shocked. “It’s soft.”

“It’s the practice jersey I’ve had for a few years. Been washed about a million times. You want to wear colors, you wear my colors and my name, Adelaide.”

He pulls my hair out of the back and lays it down the back of the jersey, then smiles such a sexy, smug smile and lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing at all.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as he lays me down in bed and pulls the blanket up.

“I’m putting you to bed, wife.” He climbs in beside me and turns off the light.

“Oh…” I say, a little disappointed and he chuckles.

“Sleep, Adelaide.” He pulls me to him and drapes me across his chest. “I’ve got you.”

His words ring true, deep down in the quiet corners of my soul in a way I never would have expected them too.

“What if I don’t want to sleep, Leo?” I whisper into the darkness and climb into his lap, unsure where this confident woman came from but loving her even more. I drag my fingers down his chest and watch a muscle tighten in Leo’s jaw. “What if I want more . . . ? What if I want everything?”

Leo’s hands catch mine. “Sweetheart . . . I’m not sure I can be gentle tonight, and you deserve gentle and slow.”

“Who says I want slow and gentle, husband?” I drag my teeth over my lip and love the way his blue eyes darken. “Maybe I want real. Maybe deep down, I know I need everything you want to give me, and I’ve been fighting it and you . . . Fighting this thing growing between us.” I reach under his pajamas and wrap my hand around his thick cock. Velvety steel, just like I thought. “And maybe I’m tired of fighting it.”

“Fuck, Addie . . .” His hands are on me in an instant. Pulling my face to his as I stroke his cock. “Be sure, wife. Because once you give yourself to me, I’m never giving you back.”

This powerful man never used his body to hold me frozen in place. It’s never his beautiful, restrained strength that does it. It’s his words. Always his words.

“Do you promise?” I ask, feeling vulnerable yet so unbelievably safe.

Safer than I think I’ve ever felt.

Leo lifts me from his lap, and I startle. “What’s wrong?”

“I need a condom, sweetheart. They’re in my bag.” He kisses my forehead, and I climb up to my knees and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Leo . . . I have an IUD. I got it after Lennox was born. We can use a condom, if you want, but we don’t have to.”

“You trust me, Adelaide?” he whispers reverently.

“More than I think I’m ready to admit.” I press my lips to his and drag him down to the bed with me. Aching to feel his weight on me. Nearly crying from how good it feels once he’s there.

How right.

How whole.

Leo runs his hands over my head, gently brushing my hair from my face as I bend my knees and cradle him between my thighs. Shoving his pants down over his ass as he hitches my leg over his hip.

“I’ve never gone bare before,” he whispers, raw and unguarded against my lips as he pushes inside me with a delicious growl. “Fucking need you, Addie.”

“Hmm . . .” I hum deep in my throat, reeling from this connection. “Then take me, Leo. I’m yours.”

His big hands slide under the jersey he put on me earlier, and his rough palms drag over my soft skin as he stretches me inch by slow, sexy, painful inch. Each push stealing my breath and each pull giving me life.

I moan into his mouth and dig my heels into his ass. “I’m not going to break, Leo.”

Those blue eyes I might just be falling in love with spark to life, breaking whatever barrier he had holding himself back. Gripping my hands in both of his, he slams into me so hard, I scream out and cling to him.

Leo swallows my cries, pushing his tongue against mine with every slow snap of his hips. “Fuck . . . Leo. Harder,” I beg, and the need that flashes back at me makes me feel beautiful and wanted in a way I don’t think I ever have.

“Jesus, wife. You were made for me. So fucking tight.” He drags his cock from my body, teasingly, slowly, then slams back in. “So fucking good.”

Beautifully strong muscles tense beneath my hands as I run them along each carved line of his chest and down his abs, then run my tongue down his neck and along his pecs. My breath hitches, and he fucks me harder. Faster. Until I’m clinging to him, moaning and gasping, unable to think or speak. Locked into this moment with this man.

My husband.

I watch the nearly obscene way his cock disappears inside me with each thrust and run my hands over his back and dig my nails into his ass. Pushing him inside me. Needing him deeper. Unwilling to accept any space between us.

“Fuck, baby.” The look in Leo’s eyes . . . it’s too much. “Gonna need you to come on my cock the way you came on my tongue, Addie.”

“I’m so close, Leo,” I cry out as a web of fireworks lights up behind my eyes, and I come, gasping and shaking and silently screaming while Leo follows me over the edge. He fucks us both through our orgasms until we’re a tangled mess of limbs, sated and exhausted and clinging to each other. I’m unable to think clearly enough to be scared of the emotions overwhelming me or the words floating through my mind.

All but one.

Mine.

Leo is mine, and I’m not sure I’ll ever want to be anyone’s but his.

Another hockey hottie bites the dust, and this one happened in record time. This reporter only just reported on Leo Sinclair and Adelaide James going Instagram official last week. But it seems in a relationship with wasn’t a good enough status update for this new IT couple because their new status should read . . . Married. You heard it here, folks. Another Sinclair put a ring on it, and he didn’t waste any time. Bring on the stomping of the feet and gnashing of the teeth as women everywhere throw a fit over the loss of this fine bachelor. Guess that only leaves one Sinclair bachelor left, and Chicago is a little far for even my reach. Damn.

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