“Let me feed you.”

His tongue wet his lips. His voice turned husky. “Okay.”

I dipped a piece of bread in a saucer of rich honey. “Open your mouth for me.” His lips opened and I couldn’t help but imagine the head of my cock pushing through them to be welcomed by his tongue.

Honey dripped down my fingers. It drizzled onto his tongue. He sucked it inside and I groaned. I swiped more honey from the bread over his lips until his mouth was shiny.

“Take a bite,” I forced out.

He tore off a chunk with a grin. The gorgeous bastard was playing with me.

The seductive dance continued with cubes of cheese and slices of fruit. Watching him eat was one of those simple pleasures I hadn’t let myself enjoy. I soaked it all in, not knowing how long any of this would last. With that thought always in the back of my mind and Leon stretched against me, I dipped my fingers into the honey and fed them to him one by one. Watching his smoky eyes, listening to him hum as he suckled my flesh took simple pleasure to heightened intensity. When a drop of honey clung to the corner of his lips, I gave up resisting. I licked his mouth, pausing to dip just inside.

Eyes hooded and heavy lifted to mine. “Now I can touch you?”

“Yes.” I barely got the word out.

He got off the bed, put the tray on the small table by the window, and returned to crawl between my outstretched legs. Grasping both sides of my shirt, he slid it down my shoulders and off my arms.

“I could eat you up, beb.” Fingers sliding along my torso, trailing as if counting the muscles clenching at his touch, he sunk his teeth into the sinew between my neck and shoulder.

My head cranked back. My hips surged up.

He soothed the bite with his tongue. “So many muscles. I like my men big but you’re like a fuckin’ tank.”

He squeezed my pecs, rubbing his palms in circles. His mouth joined his hands. His wet pink lips and flushed skin stood out against my black body. When his tongue flicked one nipple, I growled at the harsh pleasure. My cock reared up, looking for an escape from my pants. I felt it press against Leon’s hip. He sucked my other nipple and grinded down on my length.

My need was a bright hot coil low in my groin. “My turn,” I said.

Taking him by his hips, I swiveled him around until he flipped to the bed beneath me.

He gripped my biceps. “Mmm. I like it when you use dem muscles on me.”

Fucking hell. I could barely see straight, thinking about what it would be like to rip his pants off and attack his body, grab his tight ass and pull the cheeks open. I sucked hard on his neck, laughing when his back arched and his words became garbled. I gave him another love bite at the muscular hollow of his collarbone, bruising his skin until it turned red, then purple.

I tugged his shirt off, throwing it behind me. I undid his belt and quickly whipped it away. I stared at his swollen lips, remembering how he’d turned away earlier when I’d tried to kiss him.

I inhaled sharply and retreated from the bed. “I think you better do the rest.”

“You wan’ me to take it all off?”

I shook my head no, meaning yes, of course.

“Too bad. ’Cause I’m commando under these.”

Jesus fucking Christ. That was a visual I didn’t think my cock could withstand. I turned away, keeping my back to him through sheer force of will as I heard the rustle of clothes. When I heard his pants thunk to the floor, every single muscle from my calves to my shoulders tensed.

“It’s safe to look now.”

I doubted that very much.

He lay on his back. He regarded me with a smile on his lips, arms crossed behind his head. Tufts of soft-looking hair under his arms mirrored the thin line that trailed from his navel and beneath the sheet around his waist. His biceps were two tight hills of muscle. He wasn’t a massive brute like me but a tasty, perfect package of slim strength and sexuality.

“So all’s I gotta do to get into your bed is find out I’m destined to die in a few weeks?” Biting his lush bottom lip, Leon sent me a wink.