marriage, his would not end in divorce.
Alexa stood just inside the door, unable to move. She’d turned on the light to ensure she didn’t stumble as she made her way up the stairs, but neither of her feet had landed on a single stair.
She was torn. Part of her wanted to rush up the stairs, another part of her felt a nervous excitement like it was the first time with Leonardo all over again, and a third part wanted to wait for him. She didn’t want to climb the stairs alone.
The decision to go up or stay downstairs was taken out of her hands when the door opened and closed behind her. She spun around. He should have come through the kitchen, not the front door.
“Did you put away the car?” she asked in a breathy voice. She didn’t really care about the car.
“No,” Leonardo replied.
“But you always put the Porsche in the garage.” She was babbling, nervous energy loosening her lips into unnecessary discourse.
His hot gaze rested on her. With long strides, he closed the gap between them. “I didn’t want to waste another second, when I could be doing this instead.”
He hauled her to him, lowering his lips to hers and enfolding her in his arms. Raw need bolted through them.
Her clutch fell from her nerveless fingers as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and crushed her closer against his hard frame. This was what she wanted, had ached for in the close confines of the car. Alexa leaned into him, her mouth softening and widening to allow his tongue access to stroke and prod at will.
Leonardo’s right hand inched up her bare thigh, while the fingers of his left hand spread across her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft mounds in turn until she gasped into his mouth. Her nipples swelled and hardened, pressing against the barrier of the dress, threatening to break free of the silk.
Still he deepened the kiss, angling his head so he could hungrily devour her mouth, pressing her back against the wall of the foyer.
“Touch me, Alexa,” he groaned. “Please.”
Eager to please, Alexa slid her hands down the front of his shirt in an agonizingly slow crawl, his contoured chest expanding as she became reacquainted with the magnificent body beneath the material. The belt on his trousers was no match for her nimble fingers, and when she took his length in her hands, his body was gripped with shudders, a groan of agony leaving him and finding an answering shiver deep inside her, rocking her to the core.
She stroked his hard flesh with expert familiarity, exulted by the fact that she could have control over such a powerful man. He groaned again when she picked up the pace of her strokes, the throbbing heat of his member a welcome reminder of what was to come. She wanted him so much she thought for sure she would soon burst into flames from the heat of her own lust.
With shaky fingers, Leonardo grasped her hands and removed them from his body and pinned her between his hips and the cool surface behind her.
He brought his mouth down on hers again with a deep-seated hunger, his tongue wrestling and dancing with hers in a sexy samba.
“Leo,” she whispered when he released her mouth, only to drop a trail of fire with his tongue across her neck.
Her arms locked around his neck when he picked her up from the floor and walked into the library.
There was no way they could make it up the stairs, and it was the nearest room. A lamp gave enough light for him to find his way over to the sofa and lower her onto her back.
The gold clasp on her shoulder was undone with speedy efficacy, and the top half of her dress was pulled down to expose her abundant breasts to his ravenous gaze.
“Beautiful,” he murmured in appreciation, just before he lifted her into his hungry mouth.
Alexa’s shoulders jerked back, she cried out, and her body bowed beneath him. She panted as she struggled to catch her breath, delighting in the torture he inflicted on her heated flesh as his mouth and tongue worried the hard, caramel-colored tip of her left breast.
She was reeling out of control, every muscle taut and aching for the relaxation that would come once their bodies were joined. She stroked her fingers through the hair at his collar, then tunneled higher with a massaging motion across his scalp. “Leo, Leo …”
His relentless mouth fastened onto the other breast, sucking and pulling as she squirmed helplessly beneath him. Meanwhile, one hand stroked across the damp satin barrier that covered the most sensitive part of her body.
Electrifying tingles suffused every inch of her body as he boldly stroked and caressed her between her legs, kissed and licked greedily at her breasts.
“It’s been so long,” Leonardo said, his accent so thick his voice was barely recognizable. “I need to be inside you, querida.”
When he shifted his body to remove her panties, her stomach muscles quivered in excitement. Then he was poised over her, resting his body on his elbows as he gazed down into her upturned face.