Page 90 of Warming the Sheikh's Bed & Love in the Fast Lane

She ran her fingers down his naked back, cupping the firm flesh of his rear, and pressing her pelvis forward, instinctively seeking closeness. “Do what?” She asked, daring to bring her fingers forward and wrap them around his arousal.

“We are all kinds of wrong together, but I need you like I’ve never needed anyone before. How do you get under my skin like this?” Her touch was magic; he felt like he was being welcomed to heaven. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her feet from the ground, carrying her through the apartment as he had done several weeks earlier. “You make me want to forget everything I am committed to, so that I can keep you prisoner in your bed for a week.”

She grinned against his shoulder. They both knew it would never happen, though. Leonardo Fontana didn’t want to walk away from the racing world for even a moment, and nothing about her was enough to lure him to do so. If what they’d shared three years ago hadn’t even caused him to rethi

nk his racing career, then nothing could.

“How about prisoner for one night?” She asked impishly, smiling against his flesh.

He grunted as he kicked open her bedroom door and tossed her onto the soft mattress. “Yes. One night.” Silently, he added the rejoinder that then, he would walk away and forget about this madness. Falling back into past habits was just about the dumbest thing he’d ever done. But hell, it felt like the best.

“These things are like a second skin,” he complained, as he tried to pull her leggings free.

She laughed, such a sweet sound, a memory of the humour they’d once shared, that he felt a kick in his gut. “They are, I know. There is nothing elegant about putting them on, believe me.”

“Suffering for fashion?” He drawled, pulling at them more determinedly, smiling when they finally gave way and began to shimmy down her long, slender legs.

“Always worth suffering for,” she agreed.

She was naked on the bed and he stood above her, so that he could admire the sight of the woman he’d once loved. They’d been together so long that he’d taken for granted how beautiful she was. How unspoiled as a lover; how desperately hungry and willing to please.

“When I first met you, I thought you were too beautiful.”

He brought his body down on hers, kissing her skin, running his hands over her, his weight a pleasurable promise on her abdomen of what was to come.

“Too beautiful?” She shook her head. “I was an awkward teenager.”

“No, you weren’t. Never awkward.” He kissed her mouth, hard, demanding what he needed and promising what he would give.

“You terrified me,” she said honestly. Her head tilted back against the pillows as he moved his mouth the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck.

“Did I?”

“Yes. You were every schoolgirl’s fantasy. Do you remember that afternoon? You’d arrived at school to pick Beatrice up. You were driving that black car…“

“My Ferrari,” he inserted automatically, taking a nipple in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

She made a strangled sound of assent. Her voice was thick with lust as she continued. “You emerged from the car like a true Greek God brought to life. All dark, handsome, tall, strong… you were wearing jeans and a black shirt, and you lifted your glasses onto your head and your eyes met mine. I think I died a thousand deaths. You were my first crush, Leonardo Fontana.”

He laughed, low in his throat. “Yeah, and I waited until you graduated before I told you I felt the same way. I deserved a medal.”

She lifted her legs, digging her feet into the mattress and pushing her knees skyward, silently imploring him to take her. To join their bodies together. “A moment,” he said, looking around for his jeans. “Damn it. Just… wait a second.”

“What is it?”

“Protection. In my jeans.”

She bit down on her lip. “Try the nightstand,” she said, pointing to the small table on one side of the bed.

Leonardo was relieved to find condoms in such easy reach, but he had to force himself to push down on the sharp stab of jealousy that assailed him at their discovery. How many men did she bring to her room? How many men had laid with her since him? Had there been anyone since the prior month?

It was unpalatable and he didn’t want anything to tarnish what was about to happen. “I like a girl who’s prepared for anything,” he said with a tight grin, unfurling the protection over his length.

Aurora couldn’t bring herself to confess that she’d stocked up on condoms after their last time together. That she’d hoped against hope he might come back. That despite the fact nothing about them made sense, it might work anyway.

She cried out with delight as their bodies came together, her hands gripped his back and her fingers dug into his smooth flesh with desperate intensity. “I’ve missed this,” she bit out, arching her back in an instinctive need to pull him in further and deeper, to welcome him completely to her feminine heart.

He slipped his fingers between her breasts, down to her naval, worshipping her with his reverence. “Have you?”

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