The Purest of Diamonds(55)

                He teased her again with just a fraction of his length.

                ‘I want all of it,’ she insisted.

                ‘Greedy must wait—’

                ‘Who says?’ she demanded, thrusting forward.

                It was his turn to groan. She was so tight, so hot and wet, and such an unbelievably perfect fit for him. And this was a really great position. Leila was at the perfect height for him so all he had to do was rock back and forth. It felt so good, so necessary, and it was only a matter of moments before they both lost it.

                ‘Again,’ she demanded, still pulsing round him.

                Leila hadn’t been joking when she said she was mad for sex, but then they’d always been mad for each other. There was some special chemistry between them that reason had never played a part in. ‘I think you like that,’ he murmured as she groaned.

                Leila’s answer was to grip him with her internal muscles and tell him fiercely, ‘I love it!’

                Binding his buttocks close with fingers of steel, she rubbed herself against him until he was almost in danger of losing control, and it was only when they heard the sound of an engine in the distance that they stopped. He tried to find Leila’s thong, but a search under the seats proved futile and he was forced to give up.

                ‘The heat between us must have vaporised it,’ she said, trying not to laugh.

                He secured their seat belts and they sat bolt upright, looking respectable just in time for the local bus to drive past.

                ‘Well, that must have been quite a shock for them,’ Leila said, whipping her thong off the dashboard, where it had been all this time. ‘I guess our secret is out.’

                ‘Looks like it,’ he agreed, looping his arm around her neck to drag her close for a kiss.

                Resting his forehead against Leila’s, he wanted this moment to last. Maybe this could work. Maybe he could persuade Leila that there would be benefits beyond her imagining if she agreed to live in Spain with their child.

                ‘Do you always get your own way?’ she murmured against his mouth as if reading his thoughts.

                ‘Always,’ he said confidently.

                ‘Then I think you might just have to get used to me saying no, Raffa Leon, because I can be difficult—and stubborn. Just ask my sisters.’

                Unconcerned, he reached across, and, lifting her into his arms, he positioned Leila on his lap. ‘Say no,’ he invited.





                                      CHAPTER TEN

                THINGS HAPPENED FAST in his world and even faster in Leila’s, it turned out. He had left Leila on the island for a brief twenty-four hours to attend a meeting in London, and by the time he got back she had introduced herself to his staff, drawn up a schedule of training visits to help improve her insight of the retail diamond industry and booked an appointment with her own doctor in Skavanga.

                ‘You’ll go to my doctor, Leila.’

                ‘Don’t you trust me to handle this, Raffa?’ She didn’t even trouble to raise her head from the latest academic paper on heat treatment of gemstones she was reading.

                ‘I have engaged the foremost obstetrician to guide you through this birth. If he’s good enough for the British royal family, he should be good enough for you.’