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Her climax was close but still too far away to catch, the frustration too much to bear. ‘Leo, I need you. Please.’
‘Ella!’
Her eyes shot open as she tumbled from her dream, her heart pounding and her mind scattered.
Leo was gazing down at her.
Fully clothed.
Pushing up to sit, her limbs uncooperative, Ella tried to reconcile where she’d just been with the reality of where she was now. The room was darker, the only illumination coming from the fairy lights. The TV was off and the bed was cleared of food.
How long have I been asleep? And did I say anything?She fell back to the bed, staring at the ceiling crisscrossed with tiny lights.
‘Did I…?’ She didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
Leo didn’t answer, so she turned her head to face him. He was looking away, his arms clasped around his knees, his cheeks red.
Oh god. ‘What’s the time?’ she finally managed.
He cleared his throat. ‘Just after ten. You fell asleep about twenty minutes into the movie, so I turned it off and tidied everything up.’
Ella’s body hummed with remembered pleasure, a dull ache between her thighs that her fingers wanted to relieve. Her arms and legs were heavy, her mind still not up to speed. She wanted to be back in her dream with Leo’s lips on hers, his hips pressing her into the mattress, his—
‘What did I say?’ She needed to know how much she’d embarrassed herself.
He swallowed. ‘Nothing.’
Ella knew he was lying. She knew he was helping her save face. Giving her an out. But she was drunk with sleep and sex hormones, and her body overruled her mind.
‘I was dreaming about you.’
‘A nightmare then?’ His gaze was still ahead and his voice was strained and mocking.
‘No. It was the best dream I’ve ever had.’
A muscle twitched in his jaw and he finally brought his gaze to meet hers, his eyes flicking down and back up her body as if he was powerless to stop them.
The movement fanned the flames of her desire, quickening her pulse.Didhe want her? Or at least enough to satisfy a physical need? Right now, she was too horny to care if his feelings matched her own. She needed him more than she could bear.
Leo swallowed again, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.
‘You really don’t have to,’ she said haltingly. ‘If you don’t want—’
‘I’d do anything for you.’ His voice was hoarse. ‘Anything.’
She inched her hand slowly over the mattress until it rested by his bent leg. ‘Will you—’ She broke off when his hand reached for hers.
The moment their fingers touched, the erotic charge that had been building inside her released with a snap of energy, making her gasp.
‘Ella.’ His voice held a warning and a plea.
‘Please, Leo.’
His fingers tightened around hers. ‘What do you want?’
‘You,’ she whispered. ‘I want you.’
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