Lexy finally broke.
“I’m still a virgin, okay?!” The words burst out of her, muffled against her palms but still audible, still devastating, still hanging in the air like a bomb that had just detonated. “I’ve never been kissed, never been—beenyou know what—and because of you I’m probably going to die one, so are you happy now?”
She clapped her hands tighter over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror at what she’d just confessed.
Leonidas stared at her.
And Lexy—
Lexy fled.
Chapter Five
Leonidas moved beforehis mind caught up with his body.
The hallway stretched before him, and there she was at the end of it, his wife fumbling with the handle of the guest room like it had personally betrayed her, and something about the sight of her — flushed and frantic and trying so desperately to escape him — made every rational thought in his head dissolve into smoke.
“Wrong room.”
Lexy spun around, and whatever protest had been forming on her lips died the moment she saw the look on his face. He was already crossing the distance between them with the kind of unhurried purpose that made her heart slam against her ribs, already reaching for her chin with fingers that tilted her face up toward his, already so close she could feel the heat of him through her clothes.
“Leon, I didn’t mean—”
His mouth covered hers before she could finish, and it wasn’t gentle, wasn’t careful, wasn’t anything like the tentative first kisses she’d read about in books. It was eight years of something neither of them had ever named finally spilling over, his hand sliding into her hair while the other pressed flat against the small of her back, pulling her into him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance between them.
She made a sound against his mouth that might have been surprise or protest or something else entirely, but her hands were already fisting in his shirt, and when his tongue swept against hers, she stopped trying to form words at all.
When he finally pulled back, her eyes were dazed and her lips were parted and her chest was rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths that she couldn’t seem to control.
“That was—” she started.
He lifted her off her feet.
“Leon!” Her arms went around his neck on instinct, her legs wrapping around his waist because what else was she supposed to do when her husband had apparently lost his mind and was carrying her down the hallway like she weighed nothing at all.
“What are you doing?”
