‘Leo,’ she said with a groan that was supposed to be of protest although it sounded more like one of desperation.
‘Bedroom?’
‘Yes. Quickly.’
Leo didn’t waste a moment in complying and within seconds they were in his bedroom, tugging frantically at each other’s clothing before coming to the evidently mutual conclusion that they could get naked more quickly if they concentrated on their own.
As Abby snapped off her belt and kicked off her shoes Leo’s jacket hit the floor, followed swiftly by his shirt and bow tie. She slid down the zip of her dress and pushed it down so that it fell in a heap at her feet while Leo unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and shoved them down and off, taking his socks and shoes with them.
She was so gripped with desire she barely gave the heap of crumpling clothes a moment’s thought. The mess her hair must be in didn’t cross her mind. Nor did the contents of her bag that were scattered all over the floor of the hall. Nothing mattered other than feeling his body against hers, his hands on her skin and his muscles beneath her palms just as soon as was humanly possible.
Once they’d stripped down to their underwear Leo reached for her and together they tumbled onto the bed, whereupon he rolled her beneath him and looked down at her, his eyes dark with molten heat and desire. ‘I’ve been thinking about this all night,’ he said roughly.
Her heart lurched at the thought that he’d been having as much trouble with her as she had been with him. ‘So have I.’
‘Earlier, when I woke up and saw you kneeling just over there I couldn’t help imagining blindfolds—which aren’t really my thing—and you, right here. On your knees. And as naked and as aroused as I was.’
Her breath caught and she swallowed. ‘You were right,’ she said softly. ‘Before you woke up I did want to kiss you. More than that, I found myself imagining climbing onto the bed and having my wicked way with you.’
He frowned slightly. ‘I don’t understand it. We barely know each other.’
‘I’m not sure chemistry cares much about that.’
‘Perhaps not. This isn’t just chemistry, though, is it? This is insanity.’
‘I know. But right now, I have to confess I don’t particularly care what it is.’
‘Nor me.’
Then his head came down and she wound her arms around his neck and there were no more words, only hands and mouths and the sound of harsh, ragged panting.
She ran her hands all over his shoulders and down his back and felt him shudder beneath her touch. He reached round her back, deftly unclipped her strapless bra and then tugged it away from her and tossed it to the floor.
Without taking his mouth from hers, Leo moved his hand to her breast and she let out a low moan at the contact. Her skin was on fire, sparks were shooting through her and when his thumb stroked her nipple, she had to bite her lip to stop herself crying out.
She arched against him to increase the pressure and then he was pushing her back, replacing his hand with his mouth, and Abby moaned. She writhed, squirmed, but nothing she did could calm the fever raging through her, a fever that hit boiling point when he lifted his head, took her hands, stretched her arms above her head and wrapped her fingers around the bars of the bed head.
‘Let go and I’ll stop,’ he said, giving her a look that just about melted her insides before sliding down her body, his mouth trailing hot, burning kisses as he went. Lower and lower, over her ribcage, her abdomen, until he reached the top of her knickers where he stopped and she could feel his breath on her skin, coming hot and hard.
He put his hands on her hips then slid them round and slipped his fingers through the band of lace. He pushed her knickers down and she lifted her hips to help. Once they were off, he twisted away to toss them in the same direction as her bra, and then turned his attention to peeling off her hold-ups, slowly rolling down first one, then the other, his hands sliding down her legs with deliberately slow, deliberately lingering thoroughness, leaving her weak with want.
And then he was back between her legs, his mouth hovering over the centre of her and she had to curl her fingers even more tightly around the bars because no way did she want him to stop, however tempting it was to let go, dig her hands into his hair and pull him tight against her.
And it was very tempting indeed, because he was dropping hot, searing kisses on her inner thighs, her hip bones, everywhere but where she wanted him, teasing her, tormenting her, driving her nuts. She closed her eyes and bit her lip with frustration but she was damned if she was going to beg. She had self-control. Gallons of the stuff. It was in her bones, her very marrow. She could handle anything.
But then, just when she felt like screaming with frustration, he touched his mouth to her and Abby wondered who she’d been kidding because her self-control unravelled and sensation, hot and sizzling and mind-blowing, rocked through her.
With his lips, his tongue and his clever, clever fingers he licked and sucked and delved and she gave up trying to think. What was the point when she didn’t have to think about a thing? Leo seemed to know exactly what he was doing and that was too rare to not appreciate as fully as possible.
So she was going to appreciate. And feel. Ooh, how she could feel...
Every inch of her body was on fire. Alive and tingling and tightening. The heat of him, the touch of him and his skill at this sent arrows of heat and pleasure darting through her, sharper and harder and faster until she couldn’t hold back, couldn’t cling on any longer and, crying out
his name as she came, she broke apart, the pleasure rushing through her, swamping her, making her forget everything but him.
It took minutes for her heart rate to subside. A few more before her breathing was back to normal. Yet the lovely feeling of satiation lingered right up until she felt Leo prop himself up on an elbow and began trailing a hand from her collarbone to her stomach and back again, over and over. And then desire was blooming again, heat was flooding her body and her heart rate was once more on the up.
‘Please tell me you have condoms,’ she murmured, not quite able to look him in the eye after what he’d just done to her.