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‘How are these still on?’ I ask impatiently, as he sits up to take off his shorts and boxers at my instruction.

He grins, sliding them over his legs. ‘There were more important things going on.’

I inhale sharply at the sight of his huge cock as it springs free. Christ . The thought of him inside me, filling me, is making me wet again. I wrap my hand around it and feel it warm and throbbing in my grasp, using my free hand to push him back down on the pillows.

‘That was clearly an oversight on my part,’ I mutter, heat pooling in my stomach as I give his length a slow, firm stroke and enjoy his reaction, his eyes fluttering shut as his head falls back on the pillow, his lips parting with a tortured groan. ‘I’ll have to make it up to you.’

His shallow breathing and the low, guttural sounds escaping his throat as his hips thrust into my hand makes the aching throb between my legs intensify.

‘ Fuck ,’ he grunts, his hand reaching out to grip my wrist, stopping me, ‘you can’t keep going; I don’t want to come yet.’

I move to straddle him and he sits up, grabbing my waist as he kisses me urgently, his whole body tensing when I grind my hips against his thick, pulsing length. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I’m impatient and desperate for this man. I need to feel him inside me.

‘Condom?’ I prompt, my hands resting at the nape of his neck.

He pulls back from me a little to reach across to the drawer of his bedside table.

I remain where I am, keeping him secure between my legs, refusing to budge from my perch where I have front-row seats to his arm and torso muscles flexing as he twists to open the drawer, looking for the box inside.

As he finds a foil package and break it free of its strip, I study the shape of his eyebrows, how he’s frowning slightly in concentration, the tiny creases around his mouth.

I realise something I should have said much earlier than now.

‘You’re beautiful, you know,’ I say quietly, my hands drifting across his broad shoulders as he turns back to face me, holding the package. ‘Like, impossibly beautiful.’

He doesn’t say anything, leaning back on his hands and allowing me to trace a finger across his cheekbone, raking my fingers along the side of his head through his hair.

He exhales, his eyes fixed on me.

‘How could you have been jealous tonight?’ I mutter, amused by the idea as I slide my hands to rest on his shoulders. ‘It’s mad. You must have known.’

‘Known what?’

‘What I was thinking.’

‘When?’

‘When you brought me back to my flat after the surf lesson.’

His eyes light up with playfulness. ‘I had no idea. I was too busy trying not to think what I was thinking.’

‘Why, what were you thinking?’

‘I asked first.’

‘I don’t care.’

He grins. ‘You’re so fucking stubborn. Do you always get what you want?’

‘Yes. What were you thinking, Leo?’

‘Fine. I was thinking along the same lines as what I’ve been thinking for days, like I’ve already told you.

’ Leaning his weight on the hand still grasping the condom, he slides his other hand up the curve of my hip as his voice drops low and serious.

‘That I wanted to carry you inside to your bed and fuck you so hard, you wouldn’t have the chance to even think about whoever you were meant to be going out with tonight. ’

I bite my lip, nails digging into his skin. ‘If only we’d have been better at communicating, because I was thinking…’ I pause to smile mischievously at him ‘…I should cancel on José and invite you inside.’

‘Hm.’ His shoulders lift as he takes a deep breath. ‘I’m glad you didn’t.’

‘What?’ I ask, laughing in surprise.

‘If you had, we might have carried on being…’ his dark eyes rake lustfully down to my chest and back up again, leaving a burning trail on my skin, a thrill of anticipation fluttering round my stomach ‘…sensible.’

‘You think the date was needed to fire us up.’

‘Maybe. We might not have ended up like this.’

‘And that would have been a crime.’

His fingers stroke up and down my skin. ‘A tragedy.’

‘So maybe I should go on another date with someone else tomorrow.’

His jaw tenses, eyes narrowing. ‘Don’t you dare,’ he growls slowly.

My stomach dips at this streak of possessiveness.

I never thought I was a fan of jealousy.

It’s been years since I was with anyone long enough for there to be any talk of exclusivity – but it’s so unbelievably hot the way he’s talking like this so fiercely and surely, as though he wants me to himself forever more.

Which is obviously absurd because I’m getting on a plane in two days.

But for tonight, we can pretend this is more than it is.

For a few hours, I get to imagine that he’s all mine too.

‘I’ll do whatever I want, Leo,’ I tease, my fingers dragging down to his chest. His body is so firm, I’m going to be dreaming about it from now onwards. Fantasising. Longing. Remembering.

He quirks a brow. ‘I’d better make sure that it’s only me you want, then.’

I press a soft kiss to his mouth. ‘I’ll tell you a secret,’ I murmur as he nips at my lips, hungry for more, ‘you’ve already succeeded in that.’

A groan of frustration reverberates against my mouth as we kiss, his tongue a driving force behind the pulse increasing between my legs.

He breaks away for a second to unwrap the condom, rolling it on while my hands balance on his chest to push myself up.

Leaning back on one hand, he holds my hip with his other and I slowly slide down onto him.

‘Oh fuck,’ he breathes, his eyes widening as I push myself up again to sink down further, taking him in. ‘You feel so fucking good, so tight.’

I don’t know how he’s managing to form words, because I can barely think, let alone speak as he fills me, my breath hitching at how incredible it feels.

He’s so impressive, I need to force myself to concentrate on relaxing to be able to take all of him.

My hands pressing against the firm, smooth skin of his chest, I push him back down onto the pillows as he guides me into a rhythm on top of him, before reaching to palm my breasts, his heavy eyelids, grunts and moans sending me into overdrive.

Seeing him like this, knowing I’m the one to give him this pleasure turns me on so much, making me wetter than ever.

When one of his hands sinks between my legs, his thumb finds my clit, sending a jolt of electricity pulsating through my body.

‘ Leo ,’ I gasp, tipping my head back as I grind and swirl against him.

‘If you say my name like that again, I’m not going to last; you feel too good,’ he warns through gritted teeth, his eyes glazed as he looks up at me.

Heat ripples through me as I lose myself in the sensation of his thick length inside me, filling me every time I slide down to the hilt, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed.

I slow things down a little, savouring the delicious torture of the building ache, thrills fluttering round my stomach at the way groans fall from his lips whenever I push down onto him.

When I speed up the pace, spurred on by his swirling thumb and guiding hand on my hip, a loud moan slips out of me, a sound that causes his eyes to flare as he thrusts harder and somehow deeper into me.

‘Leo,’ I cry, the intense, aching pressure building too fast for me to stop. ‘I’m coming.’

‘Fuck, you look so fucking amazing. Come for me, Iris,’ he rasps and it’s all I need.

Everything tightens and shakes, muscles clench and squeeze, heat surging through me as I tip over the edge, frenzied pleasure rippling through every inch of my body.

I groan loudly, and as I collapse on top of him, limbs still trembling with the indescribable sensation he’s given me, he captures my breath in my mouth, his hand holding the back of my head.

In a swift motion, he rolls me onto my back and I hold onto the rippling muscles of his back, comforted by him still inside me, his weight bearing on top of me, wrapping my legs around his hips so he can never leave.

‘Too good,’ he says, his voice strained as he buries his face in my neck, pushing into me, his hand gripping my thigh. He’s digging into my skin so hard, he’ll leave bruises and the thought sends a shiver down my spine. ‘Holy shit. You feel too fucking good, baby.’

I don’t know if he even realises he’s called me that, but it drives me wild.

As he draws out and thrusts into me again, I clench around him, my heart pounding, before he cries out, ‘Oh fuck ,’ and I feel the pulsating swell of his cock as he releases into me.

His body is shaking still and I cling to him, wondering how I’m going to find the will to let him go.

As he falls on top of me, his breath fast and hot against my neck, I kiss his warm cheek, tasting the salty sweat of his skin. My fingers trail up and down his back and he gives a satisfying shudder.

When he rolls over to lie next to me, he keeps an arm around my waist as though he’s afraid I might leave. I turn my head to look at him, both of us still catching our breath.

‘That was incredible,’ he says, his eyes warm and heavy.

That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, I want to say.

‘You’re amazing,’ I say instead, smiling at him.

He reaches up to sweep his thumb along my cheekbone.

I watch as he parts his lips as though to say something, but then he seems to think better of it, closing them again and smiling back at me.

I feel flushed with happiness and exhaustion, my eyes fluttering shut as I emit a sigh into the pillow, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him lingering on the material.

‘This smells like you,’ I hear myself say drowsily as I nestle into it further.