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There was a brief pause as they stared at each other. In the stillness, primal fear turned into primal need. Cheating death had made every cell in her body want to affirm life. And there was only one way she could think of to do this.
They reached for each other at the same time, Leo’s lips crashing into hers with an urgency that matched her own, his tongue drinking her in like a parched man finding an oasis. Pleasure flooded her veins as she clung to him, pulling him closer as if she could merge her body with his, tugging the hem of his shirt from his trousers so she could feel his skin. Her desire for him was desperate. Painful. As if she could only feel safe and whole again with him buried inside her.
Pushing him away, she tore the Cinderella dress off, then reached for the top of his trousers.
‘Ella.’ Leo was panting, his hands bunched into fists on his thighs.
‘Yes?’
His gaze was incendiary. ‘Upstairs. Now.’
She nodded, and he helped her to her feet and off the stage. Holding hands, they ran from the ballroom, through the ground floor, then up the stairs.
Leo led her into her bedroom, then pulled off his trainers and removed a sock, hanging it on the outside door handle.
‘What’s that for?’ she asked breathlessly.
‘Everyone in this house knows not to disturb anyone with a sock on the handle. But to make doubly sure.’ He dragged a chest of drawers against the door, then faced her. ‘Where were we?’
‘Taking all our clothes off.’
He swayed a little, his eyes blank, then slapped his cheek. ‘Yep. Just checking I haven’t died and gone to heaven.’
Undoing the top three buttons of her shirt, Ella pulled it off, then took off her bra.
Leo’s jaw hung slack as he stared at her breasts.
Tugging off her shoes and socks, Ella shimmied out of her jeans.
He still didn’t move.
‘Leo!’
‘This is actually happening,’ he said, his voice faint.
‘Well, itwouldbe happening,’ she replied as she stepped out of her pants. ‘If you got with the programme.’ Filled with a sexual confidence she never knew she had, she sauntered over to him, bringing her lips a hair’s breadth away from his. ‘Do you need assistance?’
Suddenly, her feet left the ground as Leo lifted her into his arms. Locking her legs behind his back, Ella kissed him with her heart and soul. Jokes, ideas, thoughts about how this might play out sank to the bottom of her mind, lost under the swelling ocean of her arousal and the frenzied need to have him fill her.
Her back hit the softness of the bed, her front covered by the hardness of his body. His lips were hot and firm, his tongue stroking hers with liquid fire that inundated her, tingling her fingers, sensitising her breasts, pooling in her core, and making her toes curl. One of his hands ran through her hair, the other rubbed her aching nipple until she cried out. His kiss deepened, became more demanding, as if feeding off her pleasure. Shifting to one side, his hand covered her pussy, his middle finger easing inside.
Ella tore her mouth from his as her hips bucked to meet his touch. ‘Oh god, yes!’
Another finger joined the first, thrusting as his thumb circled her clit with agonising precision. She couldn’t keep track of the sensations or the speed of her orgasm as it came hurtling towards her. It was too much too soon. She wasn’t prepared. She couldn’t survive.
‘Leo! Leo!’ She wanted him to slow down, even as her pelvis rocked to meet his thrusts.
Then his head dipped to her breast, and he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth.
The climax hit with the power of a freight train, slamming the breath from her body and shuddering through her like an electric shock. Her vision was lost to blinding light that fizzed and popped behind her eyes, then ricocheted through every cell.
Leo’s fingers kept pumping, his thumb circling, his tongue roughing her nipple, until her breath returned with a tortured cry, the pleasure continuing to turn her inside out.
But even as her head swam with stars and her limbs refused to work properly, Ella felt the emptiness within, the urgent need that had yet to be satiated. Lurching to sit, she wrenched at the buttons on Leo’s trousers to undo them as he dragged his shirt off. Then he shucked off the rest of his clothes and covered her naked body with his.
This was it. The moment she’d fantasised about for so long. The wish she never believed could come true. She was skin-to-skin with Leo, his body about to join with hers, their intimacy changing from that of best friends to lovers.
Angling her hips, she felt the hardness of his cock against her entrance and pushed up onto him an inch, gasping at the sweet stretch.
