“Feel as I make love to my wife.”
She swallowed hard. Maybe she should tell him the truth now. Shouldn’t he know who exactly his wife was? But what if he felt betrayed by her deception?
“You’re frowning again.”
She took a deep breath to prepare herself, but that caused her bare breasts to push against his chest in such a delicious manner that her thoughts scattered momentarily before she was able to focus once more. “There’s something I should tell you.”
“Later.” He rubbed his thumb along her lips, and once again she fell prey to an intriguing sensation. All her awareness centered on the tingling of her lips and a sudden, urgent desire to be kissed.
“For now, there are only a few words I want to hear.” He pressed gently on her lower lip. “You can tell me faster, slower, harder, and—” He leaned closer till his mouth was only a breath away from hers.
Sweet goddesses, yes. Please kiss me.
He pressed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back to look at her. “Softer.”
Was that it? She needed more.
“Then there’s my favorite—” He cradled her head with his hands. “—don’t stop.”
Her hands slipped up to his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled, then leaned over to give her a slow, languid kiss, one that made her feel cherished and warm, as if she could gently melt into him. And the more she melted, the more she wanted to feel. There was the sweet pressure and nibbling he was doing to her lips, the strength of his broad shoulders beneath her hands, the softness of his hair as it curled around her fingers. Her breasts felt oddly full and heavy, and heat gathered between her legs, filling her with a need so demanding, she was sorely tempted to press against the hardness in his breeches.
At first thought, that didn’t seem like a wise thing to do. But the more she fought the need, the more intense it became. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice a tiny, little rub, just enough to ease the torment building inside her.
He noticed. With a growl, he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Stunned, she reared back, breaking the kiss. “What are you—”
He planted his hands on her bare rump and pulled her hard against him.
She gasped. “Leo?”
“Let me in.”
She blinked. “In? Where?”
“Here.” He ground his hardness against her. “And here.” He cupped a hand around the back of her head and kissed her once more.
If the first kiss had melted her, this one set her on fire. It was no gentle wooing of a lady, but a victor claiming possession. He demanded entrance. He invaded. His mouth devoured hers, and with each stroke of his tongue, he rocked her against the hard length in his breeches.
Moisture seeped from her womanly core, and a quivering, aching need escalated inside her till she blatantly squirmed against him.
A noise sounded deep in his throat. He broke the kiss, grabbed her around the waist, and set her on the nearby table.
“The food,” she murmured as her hip brushed against the basket. He transferred the basket and corked bottle of wine to a nearby easy chair, his movement so fast, it blurred before her eyes.
“Here.” He handed her one goblet and downed the second one.
She took a few sips of wine, then halted with the goblet halfway to her mouth when he yanked off his shirt. His shoulders were incredibly broad, the skin smooth except for one scar across his left shoulder. Dark-brown hair curled in the center of his chest, then made a line down to the swelling in his breeches.
“Done?” He took the goblet from her, noticed it was still half full, then with a crooked smile, he shoved her onto her back.
“Leo?” She gasped when he fondled a breast, then leaned over to draw her nipple into his mouth. Good goddesses, the things this man could do with his tongue.
“Now for a feast.” He poured the rest of her wine over her breasts, then down her ribs and belly, finishing the last drops between her legs. After tossing the goblet aside, he began with her breasts, licking and suckling till she was whimpering with pleasure.
“Leo.” She dug her fingers into his soft hair, then rubbed her hands across the bare skin of his shoulders and back. When he dragged his tongue down the wine path to her belly, she squeezed her thighs together as the raw need in her womanly core intensified to nearly frantic levels.
She gasped when his fingers delved into the curls between her legs. Was he supposed to be touching her there?
“I want to see you.” Before she could object, he lifted her legs and spread them wide.
“Leo!” Good goddesses, was he supposed to be looking at her?
“Beautiful.” He hooked a foot around a chair leg and dragged it closer. Then he sat with her legs draped over his shoulders. “I think you’ll taste like woman and sweet wine.”
She blinked. Taste? Surely he wasn’t supposed to taste her! “Leo, this can’t be right—” She gasped when his fingers skimmed over her folds.
“You’re so pink and soft. And wet. Ah, this is especially pretty.” He tickled a spot that made her jolt. “Hang on.” He grasped her thighs and leaned in.
She cried out when his mouth enveloped her. Holy goddesses, she didn’t care if this wasn’t right, she wanted more of it. He suckled gently, then teased her with his tongue.
“Faster,” she breathed, and he complied. “Harder.” The pleasure spiraled upward, taking her with it. “Don’t stop!”