"Leo…." Susan whispered, barely able to recognise her own voice.
"Suzy," he replied, grinning wickedly, and then he kissed her again.
Her heart was still banging away from the exertion of their previous kiss. Her body was hot. So was his. Resistance was simply beyond Susan at that moment. Her arms automatically lifted and wound themselves around his neck again, and she kissed him back with equal fervor.
Leo swiftly took advantage of her surrender to his seductive sensuality, changing his kiss to one of driving passion, tightening his embrace, clamping her lower body to his, and Susan was bombarded by so many exciting sensations, it was totally impossible to extract herself from them. The desire she'd tried so hard to hold in check burst through her in a raging compulsion to experience all of him.
Her fingers spread into his hair, clasping his head as her mouth ravaged his as intensely as his ravaged hers. Her breasts, pressed so hard against the hot heaving wall of his chest, tingled with wild sensitivity. His hands curled around her bottom, lifting her into a more intimate physical connection. She was acutely aware of his erection furrowing her stomach. It didn't set off warning signals in her mind. She reveled in his desire for her, the excitement of it consuming all common sense.
With dizzying speed, he broke off their kiss, scooped her up in his arms and was carrying her, striding out of the living room and towards her bedroom. Her arms were locked around his neck. She didn't think of questioning his actions. She was madly exulting in his strength. Never had a man made her feel so marvelously taken, as though she really was a prize. It was incredibly heady stuff and she nestled her face against his throat, breathing in the intoxicating male scent of him.
He charged into the room. A last thread of sanity screamed that she should stop him now, but she didn't want to. Her whole being yearned to let this happen, to indulge the desire to have Leo Spencer, to feel everything he could make her feel. She was twenty-seven years old and no other man had ever affected her so intensely. Her swirling mind rebelled against sanity, against pride, against fear, against everything that should stand in the way of letting herself be swept into bed with him.
He stood her on her feet, whipped off her shirt and removed her bra in a few breathless seconds. His shirt was discarded just as fast and she was barely conscious of her own semi-nakedness, being so entranced with his. He was beautiful, magnificent, and what she had thought of as untouchable was suddenly there to be touched and she didn't even have to reach out because Leo hauled her back into his embrace and was kissing her again, making the excitement of her bared soft flesh pressed against the muscle-toned heat of his even more lusty.
Her hands slid greedily over his powerful shoulders, loving the taut smooth skin, the sense of great strength, of an energy force that was pouring into passion for her. The sheer animal pleasure of feeling him like this completely banished any restraint. She touched everything she could reach—his back, his ears, his thick, silky hair, wildly reveling in the freedom from every inhibition.
He moved her with him to the bed. They tumbled onto it, still kissing each other with a fierce hunger for all they could take from this coming together. He tore his mouth from hers, heaved himself down to kiss her breasts with a hot urgency that drove Susan to the brink of melting with anticipation for the ultimate intimacy. Her entire body was screaming yes when he lifted himself away to tear off the rest of her clothes and shed his own.
Seeing him so highly charged with desire for her sent a burst of exhilaration through her mind. Her eyes feasted on the glitter of feverish need in his, on the powerful maleness of his perfect physique. Everything female in her quivered with delight at the prospect of possessing some, if not all of this man.
Her legs instinctively spread apart as he came back to her and exultantly wound around his hips as he plunged into where she most wanted him, deep inside, filling her with such sweet satisfaction her throat automatically emitted a soft croon of pleasure. It was so good, and unbelievably better when he began stoking the wonderful sensation with rhythmic thrusts.
She closed her eyes to everything but the inner world she was sharing with him—a world of intense feeling rolling through her in ever stronger waves. She was barely aware of goading him on with her legs, raking his back with her hands, only knowing that she wanted more and more of him, wanted him to take her to a level of ecstasy she had never known and feeling it getting closer and closer, almost unbearably close, her vaginal muscles convulsing out of all control, and she was crying out, begging… And then it happened.
A glorious burst of release.
The torturous tension disintegrated as a sweet flood of incredible pleasure washed it away, leaving her floating in heavenly happiness with a blissful smile on her face. Leo brushed his lips gently over hers, sharing her contentment, and she realized he had climaxed with her. Although her arms felt totally limp, she lifted them to hug him, glad that in this moment they were perfectly in tune with each other, and deeply grateful for the amazing experience he had given her. He kissed the tip of her nose, her closed eyelids, her temples, and it was so nice she couldn't stop smiling.
"You can't hide from me any more, Suzy," he murmured in a tone of deep satisfaction. "I was right about you all along."
Curiosity flicked her eyes open. "Right about what?" she asked.
He was grinning, a devilish delight dancing in his gorgeous dark eyes.
"You're a challenging little witch with all the goods."
Susan wasn't sure she understood what he meant by that, but even then she couldn't regret what she had just done with him, though the reality of her situation rushed in on her, loading her heart with a lump of anxiety.
What the hell had she just done? What did this make them? And what would Samuel think of her? Their positions in life were hopelessly different.
"Okay…" he drawled, placing a finger at the corner of her lips, which had lost their smile, and searching her eyes with determined purpose. "What did I say wrong?"
"Nothing. I just remembered who you are and who I am," she answered with black irony.
"A man and a woman who want each other." He shook his head at her. "Don't try to deny it like you did last time, Suzy."