His arm stiffened beneath her fingers. “You’re leaving.”
The flat finality in his words stabbed at her heart. “I have to.”
As they reached the top of the stairs, he abruptly turned in the opposite direction of her room, steering her with him. Her heart fluttered in her breast, but she didn’t comment. If it was their last night together, she wanted it to be one to remember. Consequences be damned. Neither her family nor her future employer needed to know.
Leo led her to his room, then stopped. “Are sure you want this?”
She swallowed reflexively. “Yes.”
He opened the door for her, then locked it behind them.
The room was as she remembered, with a towering bed against one wall, and the blinds drawn tight. The only light came from the smoldering remains of a fireplace.
Arms closed around her from behind. She relaxed into the comfort of his embrace.
He feathered kisses down her neck and her pulse hammered with anticipation, dampness gathering between her thighs. She was powerless to resist him.
He pulled away and tugged off his waistcoat and shirt, tossing them into the corner. His finely sculpted chest was beaded with perspiration, and she watched a droplet of sweat slide from his navel down to the waistband of his trousers. Her mouth watered as she remembered what lay beneath the layers of fabric.
He stepped closer and she met him in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling in a slow dance. He tasted like caramel and apples, and the coarse stubble that rubbed her cheek sent heat pulsing to her core.
He slipped his hands under her skirts, then up her sides, until the fabric of her gown was splayed around her hips. Then he dropped to his knees and trailed a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from her ankle up to her quim.
“This is unfair,” she said, pointing to the prominent tenting of his trousers. “It’s your turn now.”
“As you wish.” He placed his hands on his stomach then slid them down until his fingers pushed beneath his waistband. “You want me to remove this?”
At her halting nod, he unbuttoned his trousers, then stepped out of them one leg at a time. His erection tented his drawers, and she reached out a hand, but he danced out of her reach.
“Remove the rest,” she said impatiently.
Leo unbuttoned his fall, and his cock sprang free. He stroked it twice before releasing it and removing his drawers, leaving him standing nude before her but for his socks. He put his hands on his hips and waited, as if daring her to comment.
Remembering how he’d responded before, she fell to her knees and grasped his cock in both hands, then slid her mouth over him. He tasted salty and the skin her tongue caressed was so soft.
He gave a strangled moan and dug his fingers into her hair, guiding her movement with his strong hands, until he grew even larger and hotter in her mouth.
“Enough,” Leo said. “It’s my turn.” He stepped back, pulling his cock out of her mouth, then took her hands and drew her up to stand, facing away from him. “Put your hands on the bed.”
She did so, her cheeks pulsing with heat at the impropriety of it. His touch warmed her skin and made her tingle all over.
“I want to see all of you,” Leo whispered, rubbing her thigh. “May I undress you?”
Her response was more gasp than words, but she followed up with an audible, “Yes.”
His fingers left her skin, making her want to cry out. But it was only a few moments of soft shuffling before her gown gaped open at the back, and his hands returned to caress her shoulders. He continued in that manner, removing layer after layer of fabric until she stood in a heap of it.
He turned her around and captured her lips once again. She wantonly pressed her naked flesh to his, cradling his still-erect cock with her stomach.
“What do you want?” he asked between kisses. “Tell me, Saffron. Say the words.”
“I want pleasure,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
“As you wish,” he whispered. Then he took her hands and guided her to the bed. He crawled up the bed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his lips as he speared her, then rocked gently up and down. The burst of pleasure was different, gently fluttering up from the space where their bodies joined and warming her all the way to the tip of her head.
“That’s it,” Leo said. “It feels—ah!” He withdrew from her before finishing on the top sheet of the bed. He then balled it up and threw it in the corner. The act seemed wrong, somehow, although she could not put her finger on why that was.
Then he lifted the covers, and she snuggled up to his chest, putting his earlier actions out of her mind. They were together, and nothing else mattered.
