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He leans over to kiss me but slowly and deeply, nothing like the urgency of the lift, because I’m in his bed now and we have all night ahead of us.

His lips brush against mine so tenderly, he’s making me feel shy, which is fairly unusual for me.

I’m not used to someone being so careful, so admiring, but that’s how it feels like, being kissed by Leo.

Like he’s been longing for this; like he wants to savour and remember every moment of it.

He exhales softly against my mouth, his tongue gliding against mine and sending pulses of heat cascading through my body.

I arch my back a little, my breasts pressing into his chest, and his breath catches.

There’s an intensity to this kiss that covers my skin in goosebumps.

It makes me nervous. He makes me nervous.

Now I’m shy and nervous? I don’t know what this man is doing to me.

As his hand moves down my side, his fingers must trip over the small, delicate zip to the dress because he smiles against my mouth triumphantly as he pinches it and carefully pulls it down. He hesitates, lifting his head to look at me with a puzzled expression.

‘I’m a big fan of this dress, as you know, but,’ he brushes his fingers along the satin halter neckline, ‘how does it come off?’

I shake with laughter beneath him. ‘There’s a couple of clips at the back of the neck.’

‘So, I unhook them like a bra?’

‘Yes, sort of.’

‘Hmm.’ His eyes flash at me. ‘A new challenge.’

Oh God, he’s fucking adorable.

His hand slips under my neck as I lift my head a little to help him and I wait while he works it out. He manages to unclasp it quickly, smirking proudly.

‘I’m impressed,’ I say, nestling back down into the pillows as the straps come loose and he’s able to peel the dress down, exposing my black, lace, strapless bra.

He keeps going, sliding the dress over my hips and down my legs, taking me in as he goes, his process considered and unhurried. With his help, I finally pull my legs free of the dress and his eyes flare with heat as I lie in front of him in just my bra and thong.

My stomach fills with butterflies as I notice him swallow.

Maybe I make him nervous too.

‘Fuck, you’re beautiful,’ he says breathlessly.

‘I must be the luckiest guy in the world right now.’ As I smile shyly, he turns his attention to my towering heels that I haven’t had a moment to take off yet.

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?

Take these ridiculously sexy shoes off your feet and lie you back in my bed? ’

One at a time, he unbuckles the strap around each ankle and slips my shoes off, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud.

‘Since I saw you standing on the beach watching me surf the first evening you arrived,’ he says, answering his own question.

‘I don’t believe you. You couldn’t have seen me from all the way out there.’

‘I knew exactly who you were. And exactly what I wanted to do to you.’

‘But then you met me,’ I remind him, my breath shaky, ‘and you didn’t like me.’

He shoots me a cross look. ‘Not true.’

‘You didn’t trust me.’

‘I don’t trust anyone at first,’ he reasons. ‘Especially not journalists.’

‘But I’m going to assume, since I’m here, you’ve warmed to me,’ I tease.

‘Just because I didn’t trust you didn’t mean I didn’t want you. I did,’ he says calmly. ‘Ever since you arrived, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Imagining you like this, how you would feel, how you would taste. It’s been very distracting.’

My chest tightens as he runs his warm hands along my calves and leans down to trail soft kisses along the inside of my thighs, the thin fabric of my thong growing damp.

‘You have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen in my life,’ he murmurs, his lips grazing against my skin, ‘and the way they look in those shoes…’ He lifts his head to give me a pointed look, expelling the air from his cheeks. ‘You’ve tortured me for a long time.’

I giggle. ‘It’s been two weeks, Leo.’

The warmth of his hands desert my legs as he comes up to hover his lips agonisingly close over mine without touching, his warm breath tickling my skin.

‘I don’t care. That was fucking long enough,’ he says, his eyes darkening.

Inhaling sharply, I grab the back of his neck and claim his mouth with hot urgency, done with his teasing and desperate to feel his weight on top of me again.

‘God,’ I gasp against his mouth, pushing my hips up and relishing the friction of the hard bulge in his shorts between my legs, ‘I know .’

His kisses move lower, his lips working their way down my neck over my throat, across my collarbone and along the swell of my breasts.

I lift my back and his hand slides beneath it to unhook my bra and throw it off the bed, a groan emitting from his throat as he cups my breasts before kissing them, while his other hand grips my hip, holding me in place beneath him.

As his tongue circles my nipple, I suck in a sharp breath, a wave of arousal flooding me.

I’ve always been self-conscious of my small chest but the way he’s admiring my breasts with his mouth, teasing and sucking my nipples like he can’t get enough, is making me feel sexy and proud of them for the first time ever.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful, so amazing,’ he murmurs, in case his actions weren’t loud enough, his kisses moving down to my stomach. He pauses, lifting his head to look at me. ‘You sure you want this?’

Has he lost his fucking mind? I’m practically panting at this point.

‘You’re not very good at reading the room, are you, Leo?’

A smirk plays on his lips. ‘I need verbal confirmation, London.’

‘You want me to beg,’ I huff, shifting beneath him.

‘I was going for a simple word of consent, but hey,’ he grins, before pressing his mouth against the seam of my thong, my skin tingling beneath his lips, ‘if you want to beg—’

‘Yes, I want this, Leo,’ I say, biting my lip as our eyes meet.

‘Guess we’ll save the begging for later then.’

‘You wish.’

‘We’ll see.’

As he pulls my thong down over my legs, dropping it on the floor, butterflies flutter around my stomach.

He parts my legs and kisses along my thighs, teasing and tormenting me in every way he can, before I finally feel the soft pressure of his mouth on me.

My head tips backwards as his tongue swirls over my clit, finding the right spot straight away and sending a wave of pleasure rolling through me.

I gasp as heat builds beneath the strokes of his tongue, gripping fistfuls of his sheets in my fingers, my legs beginning to tremble.

‘You’re so wet for me,’ he groans in satisfaction, his tongue circling and swirling over me, his hand pressing firmly against my thigh as it shakes. ‘Is this good? Like this?’

‘Yes, yes ,’ I utter, trying to remember any of the English language.

He increases the pressure and a moan slips out of me as he winds me higher and higher with this heavenly torment, my hips tilting against his mouth, my body slipping out of my control.

With his tongue still sweeping over my clit, he slides his fingers inside me and I think I might lose it completely then and there, my muscles clenching tightly around him, tipping me close to the edge already.

‘ Leo ,’ I gasp, my nails clawing at his sheets.

‘Fuck, I love that,’ he mutters as I writhe beneath him, his fingers sliding in and out of me, ‘I love you moaning my name like that.’

He increases the pace, his mouth covering me again, licking, teasing, sucking, and the ecstasy is rippling through me, wave after wave of pressure building as he coaxes me closer.

I’m barely able to breathe, my brain struggling to comprehend how it can possibly feel this good.

With one arm bent over my shoulder, my hand clinging at the pillow for dear life, the other flies to his head, my fingers tangling in his thick, messy hair.

‘Oh my God, I want you so badly,’ I manage to say between erratic breaths. ‘Leo, I need you inside me. Please. Please . Oh God.’

‘You want me to stop?’

‘No, don’t stop!’

I hear him chuckle and I know he’s smug as hell right now because he got what he wanted – he made me beg. His fingers and mouth keep the same pace, perfectly coordinated, reading my reactions. My muscles squeeze around him, pleasure coiling up the core of my body, turning me into a pleading wreck.

‘Oh fuck, Leo,’ I whimper, and he groans again at me saying his name like that and I know I’m going to scream it when release closes in because it’s the least I can fucking do.

The sensation builds and builds until I can’t hold out any longer, intense pleasure rolling through and consuming every inch of me as I tighten around him and spasm, his name echoing off the walls of his bedroom as I cry it out.

I come hard, my body shuddering and arching beneath him. Fuck. Ing. Hell.

My orgasm gradually subsides, my chest heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath.

‘Oh my God,’ I breathe as Leo presses his lips against my thigh. I think he may be as obsessed with my legs as I am with his lips. ‘That was… oh my God . Please come here.’

He chuckles softly, finally giving in to my begging and moving up to lie next to me so I can turn to look at him, mesmerised by his strikingly dark eyes, the slope of his nose, his gorgeous lips, the strong jawline – all of him. He’s the most beautiful man I know.

You would have the power to devastate me if I stayed here longer , I think.

‘You’re unbelievable,’ I murmur as he kisses along my cheekbone to my lips. ‘And you’re a psychic. Didn’t you hear me begging?’

‘I think I must have been a little distracted,’ he says playfully. ‘What was it you said? Something along the lines of you wanting something…’

‘You’re going to make me say it again.’

‘As much as I possibly can. What was it you wanted?’

Placing my hand against his chest, I slide it down slowly, my fingers tracing along the ridges and dents of his abs before it hits the waistband of his shorts and strokes over his erection straining against the material.

‘You, Leo,’ I say softly, as he exhales a ragged breath. ‘I want you inside me.’