Andrea Laurence - Seduced At Sea

He raised his head and her hands stilled at the intensity of the desire she could see banked behind his eyes.

‘Do you know how beautiful you are?’

No, but he made her feel beautiful. Lexi felt a shiver race through her whole body and she knew he felt it because his fingers tightened around her waist. And thank God they did because her bones melted and her legs nearly gave out.

Her hands moved of their own accord down the side of his face and cupped his square jaw, her fingertips scraping over the stubble on his face. ‘I imagined this would be hard,’ she murmured. ‘But it’s soft.’

She saw him take a deep breath. One of the hands at her waist rose to the nape of her neck as he gently guided her face down to his. ‘I want you,’ he said gruffly and another spasm of need weakened her knees even more and brought her closer to the heat of his big body.

She wanted him too. She couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t even remember why she should. Nothing seemed to matter except this man and this moment and then his lips finally touched hers and her brain closed down completely.

Leo’s mouth already knew the shape and texture of her sweet mouth but still, kissing her now, was like the first time and his groin jerked with pleasure as her mouth opened over his. He tried to be gentle, but he was already hard and aching with desire for her. His tongue circling inside her mouth as he tasted her. Hers following his lead and tasting him right back.

He smoothed his hands up over her naked back and then he wrapped them around her and stood up, taking her with him.

She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her inside and he felt like a warrior who had just won a great prize.

He set her down beside his bed and stood her before him as he sat on the edge of it. His eyes drifted over her gorgeous body and, wanting to see all of her at once, he gripped the silky fabric covering her breasts and would have ripped the dress in two if she hadn’t put her hands over his to stop him. ‘I love this dress.’

He smiled into her passion-drugged eyes. ‘I don’t have time for zips. And I promise I’ll buy twenty more for you to replace it.’ Then he ripped it—straight down the middle.

Her breath hitched in her throat and her hands immediately came up to cover her breasts.

Leo felt her shocked hesitation and glanced into her eyes. ‘What is it, angel?’

Her mouth pulled down at the corners. ‘I’m afraid I’m not what you’re used to.’

She was self-conscious! The realisation floored him and reminded him of her hesitation on the upstairs deck. Uncertainty wasn’t what he had expected from this woman who was verbally able to go toe to toe with him when no other woman had ever tried before.

Leo ran a finger along the defined bones of her clavicle and felt something reverent pass through him. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he wanted Lexi Somers and his body was vibrating with the tension of holding himself in check.

He leaned back slowly so that he could take his fill of her. She stood before him like an elegant courtesan—her petite frame ghosted in the faint light from his bedside lamps, her hands covering her small, perfect breasts, her hair still up, but slightly messy, and a delicate lace bikini brief that rode low on her hips.

He breathed deeply and smoothed his hand up her neck and over the smooth skin of her jaw. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,’ he said huskily, realising how true that was, his hands not quite steady as he tunnelled them into her hair to hold her still to receive his deep kiss. His fingers met resistance and he tore his mouth from hers and started pulling hair pins from her hair. Within seconds his hands were filled with small brown pieces of looped metal and he leaned back and stared up at her. ‘Remind me to take out shares in carbon steel the next time you shop for hair products.’

She laughed, a soft, sultry sound that curled inside him. ‘My hair isn’t that easy to work with,’ she said, slowly raising her arms to loosen it so that it fell past her shoulders like a dark cloud.

Leo meant to dump the small pins on the bedside table beside her but, with her arms raised above her head and her body almost naked before him, he quite forgot to breathe, the pins falling to the carpet.

He reached out and measured the span of her waist with both hands. Then he smiled. ‘So small, so feminine.’ He leaned forward and planted open-mouth kisses on the outside of each rounded breast. Her body quivered and waited as he slowly made his way closer and closer to the tight pink buds that awaited his lips. She moaned softly and he felt her nails bite into his shoulders as she shifted slightly so that his mouth skated across her nipple. He blew gently and her hands moved to cradle his skull to guide him to her.

‘Please, Leo,’ she begged, arching closer.

‘Please what?’ he whispered against her. ‘Please this?’ He laved her nipple with the tip of his tongue and when she whimpered and sagged against him he held her up easily and suckled her more fully into his mouth. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and gave him a heady feeling that made his erection throb.

‘Take off my shirt,’ he growled against her flesh, tearing the buttons as he helped her get it off him so that she could touch him in return.

His nostrils flared as her hands found his chest and her hungry caresses sent his self-control skittering into the ether.

She almost sobbed with pleasure as he tortured each breast in turn and he felt a primitive thrill at the feel of her pressing into him. She was every bit as responsive as he had imagined she would be and she was his. All his.

She made a moue of protest as he released her nipple. ‘It only gets better from here, angel,’ he promised throatily, not exactly gentle as he wrapped one arm around her waist and, bringing his mouth to hers, turned her and deposited her on the middle of the bed. He moved her legs apart with his knee, his aching body looming over hers as he continued to ravage her mouth.

He kept his weight on his arms as her hands swept over his biceps, his shoulders, and down the hard planes of his chest, setting him on fire wherever she touched him.

‘Leo, it’s too much.’ Her lower body writhed against his knee and he could no longer wait to test the wet heat of her arousal. He trailed his hand down her flat belly and skimmed across the top of her panties, a rough sound escaping his throat as he palmed her and found her damp. Her hips came up off the bed and he released her breast to tug her panties off. He sat back on his haunches and gazed down at her femininity. Her splayed thighs, moist breasts and dark hair that was wild against the cream bedspread.

He settled his hand against her abdomen as he’d imagined doing many times before and moved one of her legs further apart.

‘You’re not naked yet,’ she murmured and he could hear the embarrassment in her voice.

His eyes met hers. ‘If I get naked I’ll climb inside you and I want to make it last.’ His thumbs pressed gently against the soft skin of her inner thighs.

‘Leo …’ His name was more a groan than a word. ‘Come back up here.’

He glanced up at her. ‘You don’t like what I’m about to do?’

Her chest rose unsteadily as she drew in a deep breath. ‘I don’t know,’ she muttered, shielding her eyes with her arm.

He paused. No man had done this for her? He felt a primitive thrill race through him at the thought of introducing her to such intimate pleasure.

‘Look at me,’ he commanded roughly, waiting for her to move her arm and then watching her face as he trailed a finger lightly through her silky moist curls, barely restraining himself as he gently parted her. Her breath hitched and his heart beat erratically.