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God, what I wouldn’t give for him to lift the hem of my skirt, spin me around, and fuck me right here in the kitchen.

He curses softly. “And then you have to go and look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he means.

Because he’s looking at me like he wants to do precisely what I’ve been imagining.

Suddenly I’m not thinking about the twisting in my stomach.

I’m very, very focused on the ache between my legs.

“Leo,” I murmur.

Or maybe it’s a plea.

Either way, it’s effective.

He bends and takes my mouth in a kiss that’s so hot, I’m surprised I don’t burst into flames.

I launch myself at him, and he groans as he hefts me up, wraps my legs around his waist. I feel a flash of cold—the edge of the counter sinking in through the thin fabric of my dress—but then he’s using his tongue to part my lips and the kiss is going from hot to hotter.

He rocks against me, and I moan, the friction so good…and not nearly enough.

And definitely not nearly enough when he pulls back, his chest heaving, his eyes scorching into me.

“That,” he puffs as he rests his forehead against mine, “is why sex isn’t a problem with us.”

I wrap my legs tighter around him, not wanting to lose the heat of him, the press of his hard cock against me. “No,” I pant, “sex isn’t the problem.”

Of course, it is sort of a problem if he’s going to leave me like this, all turned on and ready to explode.

Desperate to have an orgasm.

Leo groans again, but this time it’s pained as he drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

“You can feel what you do to me,” I offer.

And earn myself another pained groan.

Though this time it’s chased by a rough chuckle. “Vixen.”

“Your fault,” I murmur.

“How’s that?” he asks, lifting his head as he rubs his hands up and down my thighs. “You’re the one with these sexy legs wrapped around me.”

Up and down.

Up and down.

God, the calluses on his palms are the sweetest sort of abrasion.

I shiver. “You’re the one who kissed me.” Who’s touching me.

“Yeah.” A cocky smile. “I did. And I liked it.”

My legs convulse and I rock against him. “Evil man.”

He chuckles and it vibrates through me.