Leo Read online Gemma James (The Zodiac Queen #5)

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Zodiac Queen Series by Gemma James
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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I hold his gaze the whole time, my lips gliding over his velvety smooth flesh. His shoulders rise and fall with each erratic breath. Kissable lips part for his sounds of pleasure. At some point, he breaks the visual connection between us and shutters his eyes, tilting his chin toward the sky as my name bleeds off his tongue. Knowing he’s close, I bring him to the back of my throat.

“Jesus,” he gasps as the coil releases. He fists my hair, ensnaring me in his iron grip, and floods my mouth with his climax. Taking a few moments to catch his breath, he dips his head, blond hair falling over his forehead in a way that makes my fingers ache to brush it back. Sweat trickles down his temples.

The silence in the negligible space between us roars louder than the waves crashing onto the shore several yards away. Without a word, he gets to his feet and begins packing up the leftovers of our picnic lunch.

My heart thuds somewhere in my gut, leveling it with a sense of foreboding.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, my voice small and shaky as I watch him wrap the glass plug in a linen napkin before stowing it away with the rest of our stuff.

Pushing his damp hair back, he shakes his head, blue eyes a brilliant squint against the sun. “You did everything right.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

One hand lifting my chin, he plants a brief kiss on my lips. “You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. You make me want things I thought I’d never have.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s wigging me out. I didn’t expect this with you.”

“You think I did?”

His mouth tilts into a half smile. “I don’t think anyone prepared you for what I want to do to you tonight.” And with that, he ushers me back to the cottage.

Chapter Four

The heaviness of our conversation stays on the beach. We’re both flushed from the sun and covered in sand as Sebastian shows me around the cottage, opening doors to reveal a study, the main bath, and a guest room. He leaves the most intimidating place for last.

The master suite.

Plush carpet welcomes my bare feet as he ushers me into the intimate space. A vaulted ceiling gives the room an open and airy feel, while the sun’s rays spill through the abundant windows, offering plenty of natural light. A set of wide French doors lead to a stone patio, and a fireplace sits across from the massive bed.

My focus lands on that significant piece of furniture, reminding me this is a room for more than sleeping; it’s a playground for lovers. I imagine what it will feel like to sink into that mattress with his body pressing into mine. Nervous flutters dance in my stomach. This night has been a nebulous concept for months—like the light of a ship loitering on the horizon during a foggy evening. If I’m this wrecked over my first night in the House of Leo, I can only imagine how nervous I’ll be on my wedding night.

Our wedding night.

It’s the first time I’ve really let myself envision a marriage to Sebastian as a real possibility, let alone a reality.

“I made dinner reservations.” He picks up a suitcase and lays it on a cushioned bench by the bed. “We’re supposed to be there in an hour.”

“Why so early?”

As he unzips the luggage, he shoots me his legendary cocky smirk. “We’re going to be busy later.”

His mind is in the one place that sends those butterflies in my belly into a frenzy. To distract myself, I finger through the folded dresses, soft material that’s thankfully wrinkle-resistant, and grab a flirty baby blue number with an empire waistline.

“I should dress for the occasion, then.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” He crosses to the corner of the room and settles into a chair.

I clutch the dress to my chest. “I’m not dressing in front of you.”

Resting his chin on his hand, he raises a brow. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

The memory of lounging naked in front of him as his paintbrush stroked me to life on his canvas flits through my head, and I latch onto the recollection against my will. Heat flares between my thighs, renewed since our time spent on the beach.

I stare at him, determined to win this impasse, but he doesn’t budge. He’s silent, steadfast in his demand, confident that I’ll bend.

“Time’s ticking,” he says, nodding toward the clock on the mantel above the fireplace.

Trapped in the weight of his gaze, I swallow hard as I lay the clean dress on the mattress before removing the sand-caked one shielding my modesty. He’s touched me in intimate places, studied every angle of my nude body so he could bring me to life on his canvas…he’s seen inside my soul in a way no else has, not even Liam.



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