Page 91 of Warming the Sheikh's Bed & Love in the Fast Lane

There was a note to his voice; a hard note, but she didn’t realise it until much later. In that moment, she was completely lost, her mind suspended to all that her body craved. Her physical being forcing her to demand and take without thinking about the future.

Without thinking at all.

Thought was not possible.

She lifted her arms above her head, reaching for a pillow, so that she could dig her fingers into it with a desperate need to somehow control what was an unwieldly wave of feeling.

He ran his fingers along her slender arms, trapping her hands where they were and letting his fingers grip her wrists firmly. He moved inside her hard, fast and in a way that he knew drove her wild. Beneath him, her face was screwed up, her eyes blinked shut, as intense feelings surged through every fibre of her being. “Please, Leo. Please.” She didn’t know what she was asking. What she wanted. What she needed. Only that her entire body was begging for a fulfilment that she knew only he could provide.

“Yes,” he seemed to answer the question anyway, moving with her, riding the wave together, and allowing pleasure to infiltrate them completely.

“I want to do this forever,” she called into the air as she felt her body splinter into a million pieces, broken apart forever by the knowledge of what Leo could do to her. “Forever.”

His response was to tip them both over the edge of the cliff, to send her spiralling with him into an unknown vortex of craving and satisfactions; need and knowledge.

Afterwards, in the darkness of her bedroom, reality threatened to intrude. Aurora wouldn’t let it. She forced herself to focus only on that moment in time. Like a bubble trapped in oil, it was seperate to everything that had come before; and everything that might come after.

She looked over at Leonardo and saw that his face was set in a brooding line, his eyes staring directly at the ceiling. Aurora pushed up on her elbow so that she could bring her face into his line of vision. “You were right.”

“Hmm?” He flicked his gaze to her, his heart contracting as her magnetic stare caught him off guard.

“There is definitely still something good about us.”

His smile was a slash across his stubbled jaw. “I’m… glad we did this.”

“Strangely, so am I.” She smiled at him, and despite what they’d shared, it was almost coy. “Do you want some pasta?”

“Dinner?” He flicked his eyebrows north. “I guess that makes sense.”

Aurora pushed out of bed, and padded naked to the back of her door. She unhooked her robe and slipped it on, then threw Leonardo one last look over her shoulder. “I don’t cook for many people. You should feel honoured.”

He didn’t know what he felt, and he certainly didn’t want to examine the sensations that were tearing through him.

“I’ll be right out.”

He took his time, in no rush to face headlong the situation he’d brought them into. When he emerged from the bedroom, and replaced his jeans, Aurora was straining pasta into a colander. The aroma of mushrooms, cream and white wine sauce filled the flat.

“I thought you didn’t touch carbs,” he quipped, coming up behind her and putting his arms around her waist. She spun around in the circle he’d created, her face screwed up in thought.

“That was only before runways, and you know that was my agency’s rule, not mine.” He had hated the restrictive diet rules. So had she. “I eat what I want now.”

“And you’re still reed thin.” He shook his head. “If only you’d known as much then, you could have enjoyed yourself a lot more.”

She shook her head. “I’m not too thin.”

He undid the robe so that he could sneak his fingers inside, to the warmth of her skin. “I didn’t say too thin. You are as you are. And you’re perfect.”

“I think you’re a little biased,” she said quietly, unable to look a

way from his dark flecked gaze.

“I’m not, I assure you. If I could find you less… appealing, believe me, I would.”

A small voice in her head was screaming at her that they were moving into dangerous territory. If she wanted to keep the bubble in the oil, she had to steer clear of insults and arguments. “My sauce is burning.”

“Huh?”

“Not a euphemism.” She grinned. “The sauce will burn. Stop distracting me.”

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