Nudity had never fazed her.
Public sex excited her.
And being in Balthazar’s arms… completed her.
His mouth found hers, his tongue dipping inside to duel hers for the whole world to see. She returned the embrace in kind, adding her own twists that would bring a regular man to his knees.
But not B.
She moaned as he pressed his arousal into her own, his trousers a thin barrier she longed to remove.
“So do it,” he said against her mouth. “Reach down and unzip me, Lee.”
A shiver traversed her spine, causing warmth to pool inside her, readying her for what came next. They were both breathing hard, their dancing almost as exhilarating as the current moment.
There were so many eyes on them, everyone curious to see what would come next.
And Balthazar had just agreed to provide them with the ultimate show.
She slipped her hand between them, her thumb flicking open the button of his pants with a dexterous ease before lowering the zipper along his length.
Smooth, hot skin met her fingertips. She gave it a teasing caress before freeing him completely from the confines of his slacks.
His muscles flexed as he continued to hold her in the air, her thighs still wrapped around his hips and leaving her utterly exposed beneath her skirts.
She rubbed his head along her slick folds, leading him to her entrance.
Then he thrust inside, filling her to completion and drawing a sharp moan from her mouth.
A heady rush of desire followed, the crowd fully aware of what they were witnessing. Balthazar ignored them, his focus entirely on her, yet she knew he could feel their lust through his emotional connections to others.
Just as she could pick up on their intrigue and interest.
One twist of a thought and they would all fall to their knees on a series of orgasms that would blow their minds. That was one of Leela’s gifts, her ability to evoke pleasure without touching another person.
She’d used that talent on Balthazar in Brazil, but only after making him come the old-fashioned way.
It’d been a lesson in who she was, a way of showing him without telling him.
Yet every other climax between them had been natural. Because he hadn’t needed her psychic talents, just as she hadn’t required his.
They’d been dynamite together without the mystical energy.
Rather than fuck her now, he merely stayed connected to her, his tongue sliding sensuously against hers, worshipping her in a manner few others would ever understand.
He always took his time, being thorough to the very end. So much restraint. Confidence. Prolonged enticement.
She lost herself to him, the subtle touches along her sides, the way his cock pulsed deep inside her, the tender strokes of his tongue, the hum of approval radiating between them.
It was just them on this beach.
The bystanders no longer mattered, their collective desires merely an atmospheric addition that heightened the intensity and blended into the overall sensual environment.
Balthazar’s palms slid to her back, one going to her ass and the other traveling up to wrap around her nape. Then he deepened their kiss, his movements still slow and measured, complete and concise, and oh-so perfect.
He was a man who devoured and conquered through unexpected touches and patient embraces. He understood that sex wasn’t just about power but about understanding what the other person needed. He added emotion to create an intoxicating mix of tenderness and sexiness that took her breath away.
Because he knew she needed this tonight.
