She tilted her face up and studied the fierce intensity lighting his eyes, which looked almost black in the dim light. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted anything more than she wanted to make love with this man right now and she stepped forward into his personal space.
‘Your turn.’
She watched him take a deep shuddering breath and then he ripped his beautiful top up over his head, one of the seams tearing loudly in the still night.
‘You really need to have more respect for clothing,’ Lexi teased, releasing a shuddering breath as his hot hands reached out and spanned her waist. He tugged her forward one more step until there was barely a breath separating them and then his eyes connected with hers. ‘I’m not in the mood to be gentle.’
She trembled and her own hands rose to spread out over his impressive pectoral muscles, her gaze drinking in the bronzed perfection of his chest and the sexy line of fuzz that bisected his abdomen. ‘Neither am I,’ she said on a rushed breath.
Her words seemed to release him from some dream state because he groaned and pulled her roughly in to him, her breasts scraping pleasurably against the hair on his chest as he lifted her to his mouth. She let out a long, low sound as he found her peaked nipple and suckled her firmly, her arms winding around his neck to clasp his head.
‘Put your legs around my waist,’ he growled against her aching flesh.
She did as he asked and Leo bunched her short skirt higher, his fingers digging into the soft globes of her bottom. She was the most exciting woman he had ever known and he couldn’t get enough of her.
He delved into her wet heat and he nearly came apart in his jeans as she writhed against him and opened readily to his intimate touch.
‘Bohze, Lexi, you’re so wet.’
‘For you. Only for you,’ she murmured against the side of his neck.
Groaning, he laid her on the soft sofa behind them with one hand and released the zip on his jeans with the other. She clung to him, her hands on his face, in his hair, her voice one soft continuous moan against his lips. He positioned himself at her entrance and was about to surge deep when her hands stopped their urgent exploration and he felt her stiffen.
‘Leo. Protection.’ Her voice was a breathless whisper close to his ear and it took him a moment to focus enough to digest what she had said.
Then he cursed. ‘Damn. Are you on the Pill?’
She shook her head and a lick of unease spiked in his brain when he realised just how close he was to losing control. He never trusted women with contraception.
Cursing
again, he fumbled around in the sagging back pocket of his jeans for the condom he’d put there for just this purpose.
‘Hurry up, it’s getting cold down here.’
Leo smiled down at her. ‘Now we wouldn’t want that happening, would we?’ He sheathed himself and shifted between her splayed thighs and leaned over her. ‘Lie back,’ he ordered gruffly, running his hands over her creamy torso and tweaking her nipples as she reclined fully, her dark hair rippling on the pale cushions.
Leo held her gaze as he moved into position and then, unable to extend the anticipation any longer he pushed into her in one slow, powerful thrust.
She made a low keening sound and closed her eyes and so did he. She felt like heaven. Her body so tight. So slick. So soft.
‘Leo, oh, God.’ Her torso arched off the sofa as he plunged in and out and set up a fierce rhythm.
He felt his climax building too quickly and tried to contain it but for once he couldn’t. The erotic image of Lexi splayed out before him, her breathy moans of pleasure …
‘Lexi.’ It felt as if her name was wrenched from some place deep inside him. ‘Come for me, angel, I can’t …’ He grimaced, sweat beading his brow as he concentrated on giving her pleasure and, just when he thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, he felt the telltale contractions as her orgasm hit and he let go in a rush, throwing his head back and practically baying to the moon in ecstasy.
It took forever to come back to earth and steady his heartbeat, the aftershocks of what they’d shared weakening his whole body till he could barely lift himself off her.
He rose up onto his elbow and looked down at her, spread out under him, sated, replete and as comatose as he felt, and he felt his chest constrict. Unnamed emotions rolled through him, seeking purchase, and he buried his face in the side of her neck, not wanting her to see just how much their lovemaking had affected him. Like last time, the instinct to flee gripped him and then her soft hands drifted over the sweat cooling on his back and he felt instantly calm. ‘I think I like it rough,’ she murmured, planting soft kisses along his hairline.
Bohze, she slayed him. He slid his hands along the length of her torso until he reached her chin and then he turned her face towards his so that his mouth could capture hers. It was a sweet kiss, almost tender after the wild sex. She wrapped her arms around his neck with such gleeful abandon he felt the knot in his chest tighten and chose to ignore it. For tonight, anyway.
‘Still cold, angel moy?’
‘Mmm … cold? I feel like I just flew into the sun.’
‘The feeling is mutual, I assure you.’