Part 24 (2/2)

Then he came to stand behind her again, their eyes meeting once more in the mirror. He pulled her gently to him, rocking her slightly against the unmistakable evidence of his erection.

She trembled, then trembled once more as his fingers moved across the thin cotton bodice of her s.h.i.+ft to unfasten the b.u.t.tons there.

Her eyelids drifted closed.

”Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice rich as velvet. ”I want you to see yourself, to see us, and how perfectly we fit together.”

He waited until she complied before peeling back the cloth to reveal her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Cupping them in his wide palms, he ran his thumbs over her nipples. She watched the pink tips tighten, felt their ache down to her core.

”You are so beautiful,” he said with unmistakable reverence.

Unable to look away, she watched him fondle her, rolling her throbbing peaks between his thumbs and forefingers, stroking, sliding, before giving them a firm pinch.

She cried out, her head pressing back against his wide shoulder. ”Do you like that?” he asked.

”Yes.” The word came out on a gasp.

”Good.”

Unfastening a last pair of b.u.t.tons at her waist, he pushed her s.h.i.+ft down past her hips. It pooled at her feet. ”Kick it away,” he told her.

Thighs quivering, she obeyed.

He curved a long arm around her bare stomach and pressed her more tightly against him.

Seeing their reflection in that moment, she was struck by the fact that she was completely naked, save for her stockings and garters, while he was still fully clothed. She waited for him to lead her to the bed.

He shocked her instead.

”Spread your legs,” he told her.

Her eyes widened. ”What?”

”Your legs. Move them apart.” Bending his head, he kissed the side of her neck. ”Trust me. I promise I'll take care of you.”

And she did trust him. Otherwise she would never have let things go so far, never have given him such power over her.

She hesitated a few seconds more, then obeyed him again.

In the mirror, she watched his other hand slide down, over her waist and hip and thigh. He stroked her inner thigh for a few tantalizing moments, then wove his fingers through the patch of dark curls between her legs.

Her body flushed with heat and longing.

Slowly, he slid one long finger inside her, going deep.

”Hmm, you're so wet already. Practically dripping for me,” he said with approval.

His words made her wetter, intimate moisture beading as he inserted another finger beside the first. He stroked, in and out, then in and out again.

The sight and sensation of his touch turned her legs to jelly. If not for Leo's strong arm at her waist, she knew she would have crumbled to the floor. But he held her steady, relentless as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of insanity.

She moaned and angled her pelvis to draw him deeper still, her head rolling against his shoulder, her eyelids falling shut.

”Keep your eyes open.” He stroked her faster, pausing to scissor his fingers inside her with every deep inner touch. ”See how beautiful you are as you take your pleasure.”

And then she couldn't look away, watching, feeling, as he built her desire higher and hotter. She ached, hunger sc.r.a.ping through her until she felt raw, shaking from the force.

He cupped her with his palm and pressed deeper. As he did, he rubbed with his thumb, doing something so astonis.h.i.+ngly pleasurable she thought she might break.

Suddenly, she was crying out, quaking wildly as she toppled over into bliss. Her mind went blank, her limbs too weak to hold her up.

But Leo didn't let her fall. Exactly as he'd promised, she was safe in his arms.

He wasn't done, though, far from it, she realized hazily as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her across to the bed. He laid her against the sheets, the linen cool against her overwarm flesh.

”I forgot to take down your hair,” he said, leaning over her for a long, sultry kiss.

Continuing to kiss her, he began sliding hairpins free, dropping them in small cl.u.s.ters onto her bedside table. Once her hair was loose, he drove his fingers into the heavy ma.s.s, ma.s.saging her scalp as he searched for any overlooked pins.

Tingles radiated downward from her head, the sensation of his fingers unbearably erotic. She s.h.i.+vered and speared her fingers into his hair to draw him nearer. Finding his mouth, she kissed him hard, sliding her tongue in and out with wild abandon.

He moaned and demanded more. Eagerly, she gave it.

Then he broke away, his hands moving to the b.u.t.tons on his waistcoat.

She watched as he stripped off his clothes, every inch of skin he revealed a profound revelation.

Simply put, Leo was beautiful.

His shoulders and chest were broadly sculpted. His stomach was a flat plane that beckoned to be touched, while his arms and legs were roped with lean male muscle. His hips and b.u.t.tocks were tight and narrow. As for his shaft, he was heavily erect, thick and long, a bead of moisture glistening on the broad tip.

Before she even knew what she was doing, she reached out and took him in her hand, running a thumb over the drop of his s.e.m.e.n. Another one immediately gathered. She rubbed that one too.

A harsh groan rumbled low in his throat, his eyes closing for a second of obvious bliss. ”You're going to unman me if you aren't careful,” he warned.

”Am I? From what I've seen, that doesn't seem likely.”

His eyes gleamed, dark with need. Then he was on the bed, bending up her knees as he fit himself between her legs. He crushed his lips to hers, ravis.h.i.+ng her mouth in a way that left her enslaved.

Breath panted from her lips as she slid one leg up over his back. ”My stockings,” she said, only then remembering that he hadn't taken them off.

”Leave them,” he said, palming one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”I like the idea of tupping you with them on.”

He kissed her again before bending lower to suckle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in ways that drove her mad, using his lips and tongue and teeth until she thought she might drown in the sensations. Hunger coursed through her, stronger than any she'd ever known.

Still, she gasped as he slid a hand beneath her b.u.t.tocks and thrust heavily inside. It had been a long time, more than six years, since she'd taken a man into her body. She thought she'd known what to expect, but nothing about Leo was ever what she imagined it would be.

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