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.
Despite everything they had done in the last forty-five minutes, her body continued to hum with arousal. She still couldn’t believe she had stripped naked and attacked him in his sleep. That was something the old Phoebe might have done. But only if the man in question were Leo. He had the ability to make a woman throw caution to the wind.
She tidied the pile of bedding and smoothed out the wrinkles. Just like a cavewoman preparing for the return of her marauding spouse. It struck her as funny that Leo really had provided food for her. Not by clubbing anything over the head, but still…
Now that he was gone, she felt a bit bashful. She had seen the size of his sex. Wondering how things would fit together made her nipples furl in anticipation.
His return was rapid and startling. From his hand dangled a long strip of connected condom packages. She licked her lips. “I don’t think the night is that long.”
Dropping down beside her, he bit her shoulder. “Trust me, sweetheart.”
He took her chin in his hand, the lock of hair falling across his forehead making him look younger and more carefree. “I’m thinking we’ll go hard and fast the first time and then branch out into variations.”
As he cupped her breast, her eyelids fluttered shut all of their own accord. Despite the fact that he had paraded nude through the house, his skin was as warm as ever. She burrowed closer. “Merry Christmas to me,” she muttered.