She found herself pressed up against the worktop, Leo’s mouth on hers, her hands tugging at his T-shirt, pulling it out of the way, desperate to touch, while he was clumsily working his way down the buttons on the front of her dress.
With their mouths fused together and the air punctuated with breathless moans, she melted, softening into his touch. ‘Oh, Leo.’
She’d missed him. Missed this. His body, harder and firmer, felt so good beneath her roving hands as she explored the muscles and planes of his broad shoulders, the lean waistline and, oh God help her, that delicious bum. He nuzzled her neck, licking and nipping, and she threw her head back, lost to the sensations ripping through her. At this moment she could die a happy woman.
‘I like this dress, a lot,’ Leo growled pulling back for a second to look down at her breasts. ‘God, Anna. Look at you.’ His hand slipped inside her bra, sliding across her sensitive nipple. She let out a squeak and he grinned. ‘Still works for you.’
‘Not fair,’ she hissed, her fingers at his belt buckle as his continued to tease, setting off an unbearable ache between her legs.
‘Ah, Leo,’ she gasped, as he peeled back the lace of her bra and put his mouth on her. She could already feel herself building up to climax. ‘Stop! Stop! Ahhh. Don’t stop.’ His tongue, hot and wet, made her pant and her knees shake, the pressure of desire weighing her down. ‘Oh, don’t ever stop.’ She felt the hot prickle of tears. She’d thrown all this away and it had been her own fault. Her insecurities, her fear.
‘Anna?’ Leo lifted his head and immediately his hand went to her face, a finger stopping the tear that had escaped. ‘Oh God, I’m sorry.’
‘No, don’t be. It’s a happy tear. I missed you.’
‘I missed you.
Everything inside her was fizzing, like an unopened Grand Prix podium bottle of champagne threatening to explode at any moment.
‘Leo, please,’ she said, unable to bear the stroke of his tongue over her sensitive nipple.
‘Please what?’ He looked up at her, grinning.
She sighed. The picture of him with his hand cupping her breast and his wicked smile was melting her heart. If he didn’t take her to bed right now, she might have to kill him.
They half ran, half stumbled down the stairs and then had a push-me pull-you tussle as they tried to guide each other into their respective bedrooms.
Leo, ever the gentleman, finally let Anna tug him into hers. She paused to close the door behind them and then they stood and faced each other. His eyes were bright and his bare chest heaved as he stared into her eyes. She swallowed. She wanted to press her lips against the tanned skin, across his pecs and the light dusting of blond hair.
‘Are you sure?’ Leo asked, his voice tight and scratchy.
She nodded.
‘There’s no going back after this,’ he said and his eyes held a fierce expression that turned her heart inside out.
‘I know,’ she said. She peeled her dress down her body and stepped out of the light folds of fabric that fell to the floor.
His breath hitched. She heard it, a tiny half-swallowed gasp. His hand reached for her and then stopped in mid-air, his eyes softening and his gaze skimming over her body, as if he could scarcely believe his luck. ‘Anna, love.’ His lips curved in an almost disbelieving smile. Then he reverently touched her shoulder, one finger slipping under her bra strap and sliding it down, his hands on her arm sending tiny shivers racing across her skin. A hand captured one of her wrists, then the other hand repeated the movement on the other side. Anchoring her hands at her sides, he leaned forward and nuzzled at her bra, his lips tracing the edges of the lacy fabric, sending flares of excitement racing along her nerve endings.
Mesmerised by his gentle care, she watched him as, still holding her wrists, he took his time, tasting and touching her breasts, her nipples, her neck before he knelt and pressed soft kisses across her belly. She could have pulled her hands away but she found his hold exciting. He was in control but she could break it at any time. It made her feel cherished, the sole focus of his attention.
When he nuzzled at her beneath the scrap of lace that covered her, she let out a breathless murmur, as tiny pulses of white heat fizzed and burst through her like lightning flashes. ‘Leo.’
She swayed a little, determined not to break his hold. To show him that she was all in. That she was his for the taking. Last time he’d been the one to pull back. It had to be his choice this time. She needed that reassurance that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
His kisses slid back up her body and then he was on his feet again, facing her. His eyes on hers.
She lifted her chin and raised her hands, still manacled by his. ‘My turn.’
He smiled, let go of her hands, put his fingers to her waist, slid down her lace knickers and waited for her to step out of them. With fumbling fingers, she unhooked his belt buckle, then, holding his gaze, undid the button and the zip of his jeans. He blinked and she saw his jaw clench. She smiled and pushed his jeans down his hips, one hand tracing the length of him through the fabric of his underwear. The sibilant hiss of his in-drawn breath made her smile with satisfaction. He stood perfectly still as she ran her fingers up and down before releasing him from the confines of his jersey boxers, feeling the smooth silk of the skin that covered the rock-hard flesh. Soft and strong. She eased out a breath, her legs a little shaky as she stroked him a couple of times. He groaned her name, low and throaty. ‘Anna.’
Then he slid a hand around her waist and pulled her against him, his hand cupping her head, his mouth capturing hers with hungry need. She answered kiss for kiss, straining against him, wanting and needing more.
Somehow they made it to the bed, backing up kiss by kiss. She fell back and he shoved down his jeans the rest of the way, took something from his wallet and lay down beside her, taking her into his arms, the kiss gentling as his tongue traced the outline of her lips. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding hard and that demanding insistent throb between her legs growing stronger with every beat.
He moved over her and she took his face in his hands. ‘Yes, Leo. Yes.’
Pleasure exploded as with a long slow slide he filled her, his face taut with tension.
