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shoulders tapered down to his waist, the length of his powerful legs. The sight of him
made her feel faint and excited at the same time, and the appreciative way he was
looking at her revived her flagging self-confidence, introducing a spark of wantonness that
she hadn t known she possessed. Where had that come from? Hadn t he told her that he
thought she was perfect?
Of course, she wasn t a complete fool. She had a very limited time to bask in the
accolade, because his attention span when it came to the opposite sex was brief by his
own admission, but he had been sincere in the compliment and it had done wonders for
any lingering doubts she might have been nurturing.
So are you, she murmured boldly as he stepped towards the bed.
Those three small words fired him up in a way no litany of compliments from his other
lovers ever had. He lowered himself onto the bed and confessed, shakily, that it was
going to be a real challenge to make their love-making last, to give her, without rushing,
the most memorable experience she would ever have.
I m just so turned on, he further admitted, straddling her and then sealing any more
conversation with his mouth as he kissed her into a state of heated abandon, without so
far laying a finger on any other part of her body aside from her face. In the end, she
guided his hand to her breast, but he laughed softly in her ear and told her, Not yet.
Ever heard of tantric sex? Shall I show you how sexy words can be? I can get you so
close to the edge without touching you that you d tip over if I just breathed on you. Would
you like that? Or are you too hungry for me? Your choice. He laughed softly, loving her
compliance underneath him, knowing that she would have plenty of opportunity to show
him her fire. He parted her legs and ran his fingers along the moist crease until she
groaned loudly, begging him to take her.
When he had imagined her begging for him he had envisaged feeling a sense of
triumph. If he did feel triumphant now, it was lost in the power of his answering emotion, a
mixture of hunger, need and uncontrollable craving.
He was beginning to get an idea of what people meant when they said that they just
couldn t help themselves. In the past, he had always been contemptuous of any such
notion, figuring that when excuses were in short supply that was the inevitable lame
fallback. Now he wasn t so sure. He might be in the driving seat but he wasn t too sure if
he was steering the car.
I want you, Heather breathed huskily. And I can t wait.
Music to my ears.
Heather watched with indrawn breath as he kissed his way down and finally paused
at her heaving breast where he began ministering to one stiffened nipple, first teasing it
with the tip of his tongue until she could bear it no longer, then pressing his head down so
that he could take the engorged disc into his mouth, suckling on it while he continued to
caress her other breast, leaving her breathless and whimpering and arching up under him
so that she could feel the hardness of his erection against her.
It was exquisite torment. He had promised not to rush, and he was true to his word.
When she could contain herself no longer, and made to touch the honeyed dampness
between her legs that was driving her crazy, he caught her straying hand and responded
by hauling himself up into a kneeling position, all the better for her to taste him and feel his
big body shudder as she licked and caressed his rigid length.
It was a massive turn on to raise her eyes and see this powerful, unbearably sexy
man shorn of his control, his head flung back as she lavished all her attention on
pleasuring him.
When he curled his fingers into her hair and pulled her away from him, she knew it
was because he was only a whisper away from losing control completely and she stilled
as his raspy breathing steadied.
Bad girl. He grinned wolfishly down at her. Now I m going to have to punish you&
The punishment was tactile and verbal as he explored every inch of her restless
body, murmuring smouldering, sexy endearments that made her turn to liquid. No one had
ever talked dirty to her before, and it was amazing how primitive and erotic it could be. By
the time he trailed his tongue along the flat planes of her stomach, Heather felt that the
merest whisper of a breath could send her spiralling out of control.
He gave her a few seconds for her body to reach some semblance of calm, before
nudging her thighs open with his hand and lowering his head between her legs so that he
could breathe in the essence of her.
Heather felt a flare of panic at this shocking act of intimacy. Her experience when it
came to men was strictly limited to her ex-husband, who had never had a great deal of
interest in the concept of foreplay. She squirmed away from Leo s inquisitive mouth, but
he was having none of that.
I ve never& She stumbled anxiously over her words and he soothingly ran his hand
along her thigh. He was incredulous that there were such huge gaps in her sexual
knowledge. To have been married and not explored the glory of making love seemed to
him a crime, and an indictment of the kind of man she had chosen to hitch her carriage to.
If she had been married to him&
Closing his mind to a concept that had become totally alien to him after his own bad
experience, and disconcerted that he had even been thinking along those lines, Leo
resolved to show her just what she had been missing.
She quivered uncontrollably as he parted her womanhood so that he could run the tip
of his tongue along her, gently honing in on her most sensitive bud. He felt her draw her
breath in sharply as he began teasing it.
It felt unbelievably good to be pleasuring her in this way, giving her the first of what he
wanted to be many new experiences. Even this brief flash of life with a woman planned
ahead was something to be shoved away. He concentrated on driving her wild, lost
himself in her body as she bucked and arched against him, her hands clutching at the
duvet as his tongue continued to pleasure her.
He had told her to lie back and enjoy. But at the moment, with his dark head
burrowing between her legs and his tongue sending her into rapturous response, lying
back was the last thing Heather was capable of doing. Her body was seized by spasms
of sheer, sensuous, wanton pleasure. She could hear the blood coursing hotly through her
veins, and she had zero control over her own charged limbs as she raised her pelvis to
his mouth.
She moaned when she was rocked to an explosive orgasm, and she hadn t even
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