A Billionaire for Christmas(46)

“Put your hair behind your shoulders,” he commanded.

Phoebe lifted her arms and obeyed.

“Link your hands behind your back.”

A split second of hesitation and then compliance. The docile acquiescence gave him a politically incorrect rush of elation. She was his. She was his.

Watching her face for every nuance of reaction, he played with her sex…light, teasing strokes interspersed with firmer pressure. Her body bloomed for him, the spicy sent of her making him drunk with hunger. Keeping his thumb on the little bud that encompassed her pleasure center, he entered her with three fingers this time, stretching her sheath.

Phoebe came instantly, with a keening cry. He actually felt the little flutters inside her as she squeezed. Imagining what that would feel like on his shaft made him dizzy.

When the last ripple of orgasm released her, he sat up, settling Phoebe in his lap and holding her tightly. His eager erection bumped up against her bottom. Her thighs were draped over his, her ankles linked at his back.

Emotions hit him hard and fast. The one he hadn’t anticipated was regret. Not for touching her, never that. But sorrow that they hadn’t met sooner. And fear that she would be dismissive of their intimacy because their time together had been so brief.

He waited as long as he could. At least until her breathing returned to normal. Then he pulled back and searched her face. “Don’t think for a minute that we’re almost done. That was only a tiny prelude. I’m going to devote myself to making you delirious with pleasure.”

Her smile was smug. “Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt.”

Leo knew that if things were to progress he had to get up. But knowing and doing were two different matters. “Can I ask you a very important question, my Phoebe?”

She rested her forehead on his shoulder. “Ask away.”

“If I go fetch a bushel of condoms, will you change your mind about this while I’m gone?”

He felt her go still. “No.” The voice was small, but the sentiment seemed genuine.

“And if Teddy wakes at an inopportune moment, will that be an excuse? Or even a sign from the universe that we should stop?”

She lifted her head, her eyes searching his. For what? Encouragement? Sincerity? “If that happens,” she said slowly, “we’ll settle him back to sleep and pick up where we left off.”

“Good.” He told himself to release her. Until he rustled up some protection, he couldn’t take her the way he wanted to. But holding her like this was unutterably sweet. A real conundrum, because he couldn’t ever remember feeling such a thing with another lover. This mix of shivering need and overwhelming tenderness.

Phoebe smiled. “Shall I go get them?”

He shook his head. “No. Just give me a minute.” The actual fire had died down, and he needed to take care of that, as well.

While he sat there, desperately trying to find the will to stand up, Phoebe reached behind her bottom and found his shaft, giving it a little tug. The teasing touch was almost more than he could stand. The skin at the head was tight and wet with fluid that had leaked in his excitement.

Her fingers found the less rigid part of his sex and massaged him gently. “Don’t. Ah, God, don’t,” he cried. But it was too late. He came in a violent climax that racked him with painful, fiery release. Gripping Phoebe hard enough to endanger her ribs, he groaned and shuddered, feeling the press of her breasts against his chest.

In the pregnant silence that followed, the witch had the temerity to laugh. “Perhaps we should quit while we’re ahead. I don’t think you’re going to make it down the hall anytime soon.”

He pinched her ass, gasping for breath. “Impertinent hussy.”

“Well, it’s true. I suppose I should have thought through all the ramifications before I jumped your bones.”

“You were a tad eager,” he pointed out, squeezing her perfectly plump butt cheeks.

Phoebe wriggled free and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. “Go, Leo. Hurry. I’m getting cold.”

Dragging himself to his feet, he yawned and stretched. Just looking at her had his erection bobbing hopefully again. Down, boy. He removed the fire screen, threw on a couple of good-size logs and poked the embers until they blazed up again. “Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.”

* * *

Phoebe watched him walk away with stars in her eyes. This was bad. This was very bad. Leo in the buff was one spectacular sight. Aside from his considerable assets, the view from the rear was impressive, as well. Broad shoulders, trim waist, taut buttocks, nicely muscled thighs. Even his big feet were sexy.