The Party: After Midnight
Claire's sounds and the way her body arched against him was all having an effect on Leon as he sought to elicit more of those reactions from her, his free hand sliding lightly down her stomach once more to dip just beneath the waist of her tight skinny jeans, thumb caressing her skin. The moan she released against his mouth when they met had him deepening the kiss that she made into something more fierce that caused his blood to heat and his hand to tighten on her. Claire was a werewolf, he knew, and instead of making him behave more cautiously, it excited him further, making him dare to be bold enough to dip long fingers down past her jeans to stroke once, twice, over that sweet curve at the apex of her legs.
Goddess be praised, he wanted her so badly. Leon broke the kiss to say so, her taste and her scent filling his senses, even the gold tone of her bare skin against the light of the fire standing out so vividly to his angled eyes. "Claire, you're beautiful," he murmured softly, raining more kisses and nips against her shoulder, up her neck and to the soft and sensitive place just behind her jaw. "I want you. I really want you."
Leon's hands didn't remain idle, the one on her breast sliding over to the other side to dip beneath the red fabric of her bra to cup her skin to skin. His other hand, having just his fingers beneath the waist of her jeans, held her there as well, pulling her back to guide her hips against his own, her back pressed to his chest.