She wanted that, too. Everything. All of him. Fast. Her hands were moving over his flexing shoulders, the sweep of her touch drying him. Her legs climbed to hug his waist tight. As she lifted her hips into his erection, she breathed his name like a mantra. “Leon. Leon.”
“Every inch, Tanja. Every damned inch,” he muttered, trailing his kisses down her arm to the inside of her elbow before he crossed her arm over her chest, lifting and shifting as he rolled her onto her stomach beneath him.
He tugged at the tie on her top and yanked her bottoms down before his naked weight settled on her again. The steely heat of his shaft nestled in the crease of her damp buttocks and a cloud of humid, gratified breath touched the side of her face, telling her he needed this as badly as she did. She could feel his heart slamming into her back, could hear him swallow and pant another shaken breath against her shoulder.
Despite those signs of tenuous control, his fingers traced a deliberate, tickling line across the tops of her shoulders, skimming the wet tails of her hair away before he kissed the top of her spine.
She gasped, arching as his benediction sent a shiver to her lower back. He set about nuzzling her nape and the back of her shoulder, her ear and the back of her arm. He was braced on one elbow, using his free hand to caress from her waist to her ribs, causing her skin to tighten all over her body.
She was nearly helpless, dominated this way, but she lifted her backside to caress him, moaning to let him know how much she needed this—to be worshipped as he conquered her. Caressed and teased and adored.
His open mouth zigzagged across her back and he drew one of her knees up so she was exposed to his touch when his fingers sought the fine curls that protected her damp, intimate folds.
They both took shaken inhales as he found the honeyed sweetness there. He was barely touching her, but her flesh was so swollen and wanton, it only took the lightest of explorations to make her shiver and moan into the pillow.
“Good?”
“Yes. But I need more,” she begged, barely able to speak. Her hands clawed into the blankets beneath her and she moved her hips, seeking his touch, rubbing her face into the pillow. “Touch inside me.”
“Soon,” he said in a rasp against her lower back. He set his teeth against one cheek in a playful bite, before he rose and rolled her onto her back again.
She was losing all inhibition. Her legs fell open so he had room between them, bikini bottoms dislodged so they sat across her mound. She stared boldly into his face as he loomed over her, waiting for his gaze to come back after he dragged her top free and threw it off the side of the bed. He ate up what he had exposed, his fierce expression terrifying in its intensity.
Yet she exalted in it. In being his.
Her breasts were swollen with anticipation. Her nipples drawn tight by the chill and arousal. With a growl, he dropped his head to close his searing mouth over her nipple and pulled so strongly, bright spears of sensation went straight into her loins.
“Leon,” she cried, squirming at the intensity.
“Bear it,” he commanded, and looped one arm behind her waist, arching her as he moved to the other breast to suck and tease.
She was losing her mind to pure carnality, ready to do anything at his command. She pulled at his hair, insisting, “Kiss me.”
“I will,” he said, prying her fingers from his thick curls and biting the heel of her hand before he slid down and rained kisses on her ribs, her stomach, her jutting hipbones.
She was trembling, shaking with anticipation. Weak.
He set the softest, sweetest kiss on her inner thigh. She nearly screamed.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he teased. But as he looked up at her, the lust in his gaze hit her like a punch.
Her breath left her so quickly she was dizzy, and the heat flooding her loins redoubled. The ache there intensified as he took his sweet time playing his tongue into the crease of her knee and along her calf, biting her instep, making her wait and wait and wait.
When he caught his hands in her suit, dragging it off her hips and down her legs, she lifted to help.
Naked, she gave a slow thrash against the covers, all of her so completely afire by his hot gaze roaming over her, she barely felt the wet patches beneath her.
With one hand, he held his length in a restrictive fist. His other caressed her calf to her thigh to the crease of her hip, spreading her legs wider, gaze unabashedly drinking her in.
Her stomach quivered in nervous reaction. She glanced at the windows surrounding them, noted the doors to the deck and jet tub were still wide open.
“Someone might see us,” she gasped.
“No one will come. Except you.” He set a smile that turned into a kiss against her inner knee. “And me.” He kissed his way up to her mound.
She spoke his name on a sob. A plea.
“I missed this.” His touch parted her and his tongue swept through her folds, making her whole body jerk at the streak of lightning that shot through her. He made a reassuring noise and set a steadying hand on her stomach. “Tell me hard or soft,” he murmured, curling his other arm around her thigh as he began to make love to her with his mouth.
She could only groan helplessly. Her hand tangled in his hair while wet heat built. Her thighs closed of their own accord, the ministrations of his mouth causing sensations so intense they were nearly unbearable.
She had missed this, too. So much. When he ignored her plea that he fill her, she abandoned herself to the pleasure he was determined to bestow. She gave in to the quivering tension building in her stomach. Abandoned herself to the growing waves of keening joy.
Suddenly a shuddering climax had her lifting her hips and muffling her cries with the back of her wrist. It was so good she could have wept.
Was he arrogant in his triumph when he rose over her? Hell, yes. He looked her over from hairline to the soles of her feet, missing none of the trembling, vanquished aftermath he had caused.
Did she care that he wore barbaric satisfaction like an aura? Not one iota. She was too sated. Yet empty. Yearning.
“Do I need a condom?” His voice was such a deep growl it might have originated from the middle of the earth. Like an element. Iron. Or gold.
She nodded jerkily.
He sent her a look of amused mock terror as he reached into the nightstand. “There better be one in here.”
There was. Seconds later, he settled over her and they both sighed at the press of their damp skin, like the sizzle on a hotplate.
And even though she was dying for him to thrust into her, he kissed her until she was lifting her hips against his hardness again. Inviting him.
He lightly bit her earlobe and said, “Tell me how much.” The wide crest of his tip pressed against her sensitized flesh, stretching her with a pinch she hadn’t realized she’d missed. It stung a little, but she arched to make it easy for him. He sank all the way in with one slow, inexorable thrust, until they were meshed to the depths of their flesh and she could feel his very heartbeat within her.