about that?”
She waved her hand dismissively. “I stopped loving you a long time ago. Remember? When you boned that random chick and claimed you thought she was me?”
“I did—” he shot back, but then stopped. This wasn’t the time for excuses. Stirring up that nest of hornets was not what this weekend was supposed to be about. “That was a long time ago. I’m talking about here. Now.”
“Okay.”
She stood and walked across the deck like a Victoria’s Secret runway model.
His chest clenched and blood rushed south. She glanced at the tenting material at his crotch and her smile was cat-in-the-cream.
“Hard to hide what you want in those shorts. Why don’t we just get rid of them? That way, you’re not fooling anyone, least of all me.”
While divesting him of his shorts, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She then took her sweet time straightening up, running her hands on either side of his legs as she rose and making sure her warm breath blew across his hard, engorged flesh before she stood and arched her back so that he couldn’t rip his gaze from her tantalizing breasts.
“There. Now I know you still want me and, not surprisingly, I want you, too. I mean, you’ve kept yourself in incredible shape,” she said, appreciatively moving her fingers over his chest. “A chance to have a sexual blast from the past is too tempting to pass up.”
Without wanting to, he was leaning down, his mouth watering in anticipation of tasting her again, touching her again, loving her again. His hands hovered near her waist. He was certain that if he didn’t make just the right moves, he might have sex with her but he’d lose his chance of ever winning back her heart.
“And that’s all you want?” he asked. “Hot sex with an old flame?”
She brushed her lace-covered breasts against his chest, a tiny moan escaping her lips before she muttered, “Essentially.”
“Well, essentially,” he said, grasping her upper arms and staring down into her eyes until he saw them widen with what he hoped was a mixture of alarm and excitement, “I’ve never stopped loving you. So why don’t I just love you enough for both of us and see if I can’t remind you about more than just how I can make you come?”
He didn’t give her time to protest or reply, but covered her mouth with his. Sensations shot through him as her lacy underwear came into full contact with his skin. She pressed her palms against his chest, but he walked her backward until he’d draped her across the low roof of the cabin, then lowered his body onto hers and trapped her hands above her head.
For this moment, he did not want any distractions from her wandering touch. He concentrated solely on the kiss. She thrust her tongue hard against his, suckling wildly and breathing hard, but he refused to meet her frantic pace, no matter how he strained to thrust inside her.
He had at least eight hours of pleasurable opportunities until daybreak and, depending on the weather as they sailed south to Key West, more time after that to enjoy every sensual delight imaginable on a luxurious sailing vessel with the woman of his dreams. From the beginning, this trip had been planned and executed with the express purpose of reminding Jessie about how good they were together. But now he realized that the sex wouldn’t be enough.
Sex between them had always been amazing. Neither of them virgins, even their first time had been mind-blowing. It was as if they’d been designed for each other. His body fit hers. Her needs jibed completely with his. Sexual compatibility had coaxed them through the rough patches of getting to know one another and as a result, they’d fallen madly in love.
So madly, he’d put the pieces in motion for ultimate destruction. He’d gone too far, too fast—and had, in circumstances he’d regret until his dying day, ruined the love of a lifetime.
His mistakes had cost him ten years of being without the woman he loved. What would it cost him this time if he repeated his actions and pushed too hard? Moved too quickly?
No, his goal for the weekend had to change. Now that she’d made it clear seduction would be no challenge, it was time to up the stakes.
It wouldn’t be enough to make her come.
No, he was going to have to make her beg.
7
NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS would Jessie have thought Leo could exercise such unbreakable self-control. She was pushing him to the limits, and still he would not hurry up and get things done. She’d kissed him senseless, dragging her tongue along the ridge of his teeth the way he liked. She’d writhed her breasts against his chest until her nipples were raw beneath her lacy demi-bra. In a last-ditch effort, she wrapped her legs around his waist and mercilessly ground her sex against his.
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