Page 31 of Bound By Her Baby Revelation (Hot Winter Escapes)

He entered her gently, nudging until she was ready to open for him. On the brink of coming as she weaved her magic with her hand and her mouth, he pulled back and joined her on the bed, first holding her close so that he could feel her heart beating against his chest and then, with some reluctance, angling her so that he could pleasure her lazily...no rush whatsoever...because work had been on hold for days, so why not a few more hours? He went between her legs and settled there, tasting her with his tongue, flicking and rousing against the stiffened nub of her clitoris and loving her increasing demands for fulfilment.

Their bodies had learnt to move in tune with one another, and when eventually he entered her she was as ready for him as he was for her.

They came, and Leo felt the soaring inside him as he arched back, something raw, powerful and...dangerously unsettling.

She nestled against him, sated.

‘We should think about getting some work done.’ He half-yawned, because it wasn’t yet six-thirty and he was discovering that early-morning sex could do that to a guy, even one who was used to getting up at five, raring to go.

‘Guess so. I’ve barely glanced at my emails for the past few days.’

‘Really meant with the house.’

Manhattan, Kaya thought,is beckoning. Reality might have taken a break, but all breaks had to come to an end. And what happened next...for them? For her?

Had she imagined that they would live in this exciting bubble for ever? Or maybe just until he got around to thinking that he might want more than a few days of stolen pleasure?

Because the rules of the game had changed for her. She’d known him for the guy he was. He didn’t want involvement, not even in the heat of the moment when people were wont to say stuff from the heart and not the head. He wasn’t on the market for a relationship butshewas.

She had feelings for this man and not just uncomplicated, superficial feelings—she had deep feelings, feelings of love, affection and tenderness. All those crazy, crazy feelings she’d been so sure she could avoid because she’d told herself that he really wasn’t her type.

She had sleepwalked into a situation and it was a catastrophe. He’d woken up now—time to get going—but her? She was lost in a different place. She’d foolishly nodded off and woken up in a different world.

Heart beating fast, she edged back.

She laughed thinly. ‘You’re right. Can’t put off the inevitable for ever!’ She turned to stare at the ceiling but all she could see was his beautiful, dear face that she knew so well now. ‘Julie Anne’s room will take time. I’ll start...today.’

Leo felt the shift of her weight away from him. He wanted to draw her back against him, and the very fact that he couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed and address work concerns was worrying.

Likewise, he made some space between them. ‘Excellent idea,’ he murmured. ‘Can’t postpone what needs to be done, however seductive it is to pretend that we can.’

Two hours later, Kaya was outside the room Leo had adopted as his makeshift office. The door was shut. After so many days of feeling as one with him, waking in his arms and opening herself to him in all sorts of ways, she was now hesitant and weak with nerves.

She had to force herself to knock, push the door open and then stand in front of him as if she were suddenly at an interview waiting to be invited to have a seat.

She looked scrappy in her oldest jogging bottoms, a faded sweatshirt, hair scraped back because it had been getting in her eyes, and she was pale. She could feel it. She’d gone to Julie Anne’s room to lose herself in nostalgia and sort stuff out, but she hadn’t been able to run away from the chain of thought that had begun in the bedroom when he’d told her that it was time for them to start picking up the pieces of daily reality.

She wasn’t going to break down, because she only had herself to blame for falling for the guy, but she’d barely been able to focus on sifting out the million and one things in the room, from paperwork and souvenirs, to clothes, shoes, favourite books and magazines with some article or other she’d thought might come in useful.

And then, at the back of the wardrobe, wedged so far in the corner than it hadn’t been visible, she’d found a box. Treasured possessions: a lock of hair, some faded photos, letters...and a journal. Not for her eyes. She had clocked that within a page of reading it.

‘I have something for you.’ She held out the box and saw him glance at it and stiffen.

‘What the hell is that?’ Leo snapped.

‘I found it in your mother’s wardrobe, stuffed at the back. I think you should look at it. There’s a journal. You need to read it.’

‘What the heck for?’

Their eyes clashed.

He’d been thinking of Kaya solidly. He hadn’t managed to get a scrap of work done, not an email sent, and now here she was, handing him something, and he could feel a knot of tension tighten inside him.

‘I’ll leave it, shall I?’

‘Or you could dump it somewhere, shut the door behind you and come and let me make love to you,’ Leo drawled, relaxing back in the chair, legs stretched out, hands clasped behind his head.

Arrogant, Kaya thought with helpless fascination, cocky and...scared.

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