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‘In my company?’ He half laughed at her drama and discomfort. ‘I’ve already thought of that, don’t worry.’ He leaned forward and spoke to the taxi driver again. Moments later the gate to the underground garage slid open, letting them escape the cab unseen.
In the lift Leon pushed a series of buttons on the security pad. ‘The lift will go straight to the penthouse. It won’t stop on any other floor.’
Even so, she stood as far from him as possible because there was still a security camera in there. She wasn’t ashamed but she was protective of her privacy and she didn’t want her colleagues knowing that she’d... Embarrassed warmth flooded her and she fixed her gaze to the floor and let her hair fall forward, hoping her face couldn’t be seen. At the ding of the bell, the doors slid open to his penthouse suite.
Leon led the way, keeping a little distance as he swiftly shrugged off his jacket and tie and tossed them onto the nearest sofa. ‘Toby’s asleep,’ he said easily.
Ettie took the moment to pause and settle her heartrate. The elderly dog was comfortably curled in his basket and she could see he’d drunk some of his water. She breathed out a little of her tension as she glanced back at Leon. ‘Why’d you take him?’
‘Same reason you would have if you could,’ he answered. ‘Why did it surprise you so much that I did? Why think I’m such an ogre?’
Was there a hint of hurt in his eyes?
‘I don’t think you’re an ogre,’ she said softly. ‘You can just come across as a bit stern.’
‘You want me to smile?’ He sounded sardonic.
‘Yes.’
But he remained as still and as serious as ever. ‘Come here.’
His request—command really—was impossible to ignore. She was drawn to him; she had been from the first moment she’d seen him. So she went to him, her heart thundering faster with every step.
‘You’re sure about this, Ettie?’ he asked.
‘Just this once,’ she whispered. ‘Only this once, okay?’
Leon didn’t reply. He was so very still, so very serious. She knew he was thinking, she just didn’t know what. But she sensed his tension, some kind of warring within. Instinctively she reached out and placed her hand on his chest.
His heart echoed hers—beating with a fierce gallop. The pace reverberated through her palm, up her arm and into her own tightly wired body. His enigmatic gaze glittered down at her.
And then he smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
ETTIE BLINKED, STUNNED again by his instant transformation from moody male model to sinfully arrogant tease. Oh, she was in such trouble. ‘What are you thinking about?’
‘The best way to begin.’
She swallowed as her poor heart raced even more. But lower down she melted with anticipation. ‘Did you need some help with that?’ she asked weakly. ‘Should we list the options?’
He laughed, which made him all the more heart-stoppingly handsome. But just as she gaped—beyond dazzled—he swooped. He caught her gasp in his kiss, sending Ettie straight back into that intense desire she’d felt in the taxi. Oh, the man could kiss. He was playful and teasing—alternating deep, luscious licks with light nibbles that were designed to provoke her to madness. She had more freedom now than in the car, so she wound her arms around his neck and pushed closer, revelling in the press of his hard, masculine body against hers. He was tall and taut and she felt the strength in his core stillness. But his wicked hands wandered again, back to the hem of her dress, back to the silky skin of her inner thigh. She moaned, collapsing against him and letting her feet slide further apart as he trailed those fingertips to the top of her leg, teasing so, so close to where she ached to be teased.
Oh, yes. Please, yes.
But she didn’t say it, didn’t chant the plea circling in her head. She couldn’t—she was too busy being kissed to glorious dizziness. But he must have read her mind, because then he went there—skilfully circling that tight bundle of pure sensitivity. She gasped, breaking the seal of the kiss as pleasure rushed upon her.
‘Oh...’
He clamped her to him with his other arm, supporting her as the orgasm sent her body into spasms of blissful sensation. Never had she come so quickly with a man. Well, never had she actually come with a man.
Panting and suddenly so self-conscious, she pressed her forehead against his chest. He stroked her back but kept that other hand gently cupping her so intimately, soft touches easing her down yet keeping her hyper-aware of him.
‘I’ve been imagining that all day,’ he muttered low in her ear.
Really? Breathlessly she laughed as he suddenly switched his hold and lifted her off her feet to carry her through to the master bedroom.
‘Me too,’ she muttered shyly as he lowered her to stand at the foot of the big bed. So much.
His smile flashed again and it was like being concussed—all circling stars and dizziness, and she really didn’t think she could stand for too much longer. She didn’t think she could ever get enough of those smiles. But he stepped close and her eyes drifted shut as he kissed her all over again. Vaguely she heard the slide of her zip and before she realised it her dress had slithered to the floor in a sleek heap at her feet.
‘Multitasking?’ she mumbled in a moment of embarrassment at the simplicity of her exposed underwear. It was black, cotton—no lace or fancy silk and nothing like what any of those models would wear.
But he was still and staring again, erotic hunger stark upon his face. ‘You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.’
She crossed her arms and shook her head.
He smiled again but there was an edge of craving to it. ‘You don’t believe me?’ He stepped forward. ‘Never mind.’ He caught her in a kiss again and then pushed her so she fell back onto the bed. He moved onto the bed too, braced above her, kissing not just her yearning mouth but also down her neck and then lower still. She wriggled but he put a firm hand on her.
‘Let me,’ he ordered with a low mutter. ‘I’ve wanted to for hours.’
He removed her bra with the skill of a man who’d undone many women. Frankly Ettie was glad as he then kissed his way from one breast to the other, teasing each nipple to a stiff peak of yearning. She quivered as he trailed teasing hands down her ribs to her hips. What was she supposed to do? How could she possibly resist? Her legs had a will of their own and simply spread—earning her a burning glance and then another of those soul-searing smiles. And then he put those lips to even better use.
‘Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my.’ This time she muttered the chant over and over as he teased her. As those hands pulled the panties from her body and his fingers sought out even more secrets. He was kissing her where no one had bothered to kiss her before. It was so shockin
gly intimate. So incredibly good.
‘Leon,’ she moaned, half drawing her knees up in rejection as his tongue swirled to even greater intimacy.
She felt the hot breath of his laughter. It tickled and she wriggled a little—half escaping, a whole lot eager.
‘You didn’t think you were done, did you?’ he said, putting a hand on her hip and holding her still.
But what about him? She’d already...she’d already...
But that swirl of his tongue made any more thought impossible. And then his fingers pushed right into her slick heat. She arched taut, locking those talented fingers in place. But even then he teased. His mouth kept up that magic, sucking hard, while his tongue added rough slicks of pleasure. Unstoppable waves of heat rolled over her in a torrent of ecstasy. He growled against her in appreciative hunger as the convulsions started, applying more pressure with his fingers—pumping deeper, pressing harder against her inner walls, and he ate at her like she was the sweetest treat imaginable. Unbearable pleasure tore through her, harder this time as she squeezed on his hold and rode out the crest he’d conjured for her.
‘Leon!’
It was a long moment before he answered, sliding up the bed, licking his lips and sending her a smug smile. ‘Better now?’
He didn’t seriously expect an answer, did he? Because she was still struggling to return to reality, still catching her breath and still desperate for what more that was to come. She wanted all of him.
‘This is you making the most of opportunities?’ she eventually sighed, trying to keep it light even when she was almost buried in need for him.
His gaze turned smoky. ‘Yes.’
‘Please,’ she muttered in total, helpless surrender.
That smokiness flared to fire—pure, burning lust. He thrust back off the bed and pretty much shredded his clothes. He reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and retrieved a condom.
‘Don’t worry,’ he muttered. ‘I have plenty.’
