He brushed his fingertips along her cheek and curled them around her nape, pulling her head closer to his.
Rac hel put her hands on Leo’s back and felt his skin, hot beneath the wet fabric of his clinging shirt. His lips on hers flooded her with a hungry heat that pulsed through her limbs. Everywhere his skin touched hers, she felt branded with a crackling electricity and she wondered if she would ignite. His body on hers was hard and heavy, and she pulled at him, wanting it even closer.
Leo broke off the kiss and looked at her. “You are so beautiful,” he said , his breathing heavy.
Rachel bit her lip, embarrassed at his words, and her g esture seemed to inflame him. His eyes flashed with naked wanting and then he leaned into her again, kissing her hard. Rachel put a hand on the back of Leo’s head and grabbed at his hair, not wanting him to slow down or pull away from her. Her other hand was at his waist, pressing his hips into hers. She felt his hardness push against her and she knew he was as hungry for her as she was for him.
Leo’s lips moved to her neck and he nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Rachel was dimly aware of a strange sound and it took her a moment to realize it was her, panting and whispering Leo’s name. Her powers of organized thought returned just long enough for her to notice how freely she was responding to Leo. She felt completely safe in his arms, infused with a desire so strong that it overrode any of her normal doubts, pushed out her usual concerns and fears. She couldn’t usually turn off the part of her brain that calculated her every action and worried over every consequence, the part that ticked through every possible effect on herself or her family or her career. Here, now, lying on the tropical, moonlit beach with Leo, his hands roaming over her wet skin, the ocean’s waves licking at their entwined legs, his lips searing a trail along her neck—her brain had finally gone quiet while her body screamed with need.
Leo ran his fingertips along her leg. She brought it up and hooked it over his back, her skirt riding up around her waist. Leo’s hand went higher on her thigh, until his fingers brushed against the bikini bottom she wore under skirt. Rachel groaned as heat pooled between her legs. She brought her fingers to the buttons of Leo’s shirt, but he covered her hands with his as he suddenly went still.
“What —”
“We’re not alone. ” Leo moved off her and sat up, pulling her up from the sand.
It took a moment for Rachel’s head to clear and her senses to return, and then she heard soft laughter a few yards away and saw the silhouette of a couple walking towards them.
“God, you’re freezing,” Leo said, putting an arm around her to warm her up.
Now that Leo’s lips and hands weren’t sending heat coursing through her body, Rachel realized she was cold. Her hair and clothes were wet, her skin was covered in goosebumps, and she was shivering uncontrollably.
Leo rose and helped Rachel to her feet. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
Leo grabbed their shoes and Rachel’s bag from where they had dumped them on the sand, and then took her hand to lead her from the beach. Rachel was grateful for his guidance. She still felt dazed, like her brain hadn’t fully re-engaged and she was operating solely from primal instinct. She thought it entirely possible she would have wondered into the ocean without him pointing her in the right direction.
They walked silently until they reached Rachel’s suite. She dug in her purse for her key card, but she paused before opening the door and they stood awkwardly next to each other in the hall. Leo turned to look at her and Rachel saw with satisfaction that his face was slightly flushed and his eyes were heavy-lidded, like the haze hadn’t completely cleared for him, either. She was glad to know she hadn’t been the only one so deeply affected by their kiss on the beach.
Leo drew in his breath like
Rac hel put her hands on Leo’s back and felt his skin, hot beneath the wet fabric of his clinging shirt. His lips on hers flooded her with a hungry heat that pulsed through her limbs. Everywhere his skin touched hers, she felt branded with a crackling electricity and she wondered if she would ignite. His body on hers was hard and heavy, and she pulled at him, wanting it even closer.
Leo broke off the kiss and looked at her. “You are so beautiful,” he said , his breathing heavy.
Rachel bit her lip, embarrassed at his words, and her g esture seemed to inflame him. His eyes flashed with naked wanting and then he leaned into her again, kissing her hard. Rachel put a hand on the back of Leo’s head and grabbed at his hair, not wanting him to slow down or pull away from her. Her other hand was at his waist, pressing his hips into hers. She felt his hardness push against her and she knew he was as hungry for her as she was for him.
Leo’s lips moved to her neck and he nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Rachel was dimly aware of a strange sound and it took her a moment to realize it was her, panting and whispering Leo’s name. Her powers of organized thought returned just long enough for her to notice how freely she was responding to Leo. She felt completely safe in his arms, infused with a desire so strong that it overrode any of her normal doubts, pushed out her usual concerns and fears. She couldn’t usually turn off the part of her brain that calculated her every action and worried over every consequence, the part that ticked through every possible effect on herself or her family or her career. Here, now, lying on the tropical, moonlit beach with Leo, his hands roaming over her wet skin, the ocean’s waves licking at their entwined legs, his lips searing a trail along her neck—her brain had finally gone quiet while her body screamed with need.
Leo ran his fingertips along her leg. She brought it up and hooked it over his back, her skirt riding up around her waist. Leo’s hand went higher on her thigh, until his fingers brushed against the bikini bottom she wore under skirt. Rachel groaned as heat pooled between her legs. She brought her fingers to the buttons of Leo’s shirt, but he covered her hands with his as he suddenly went still.
“What —”
“We’re not alone. ” Leo moved off her and sat up, pulling her up from the sand.
It took a moment for Rachel’s head to clear and her senses to return, and then she heard soft laughter a few yards away and saw the silhouette of a couple walking towards them.
“God, you’re freezing,” Leo said, putting an arm around her to warm her up.
Now that Leo’s lips and hands weren’t sending heat coursing through her body, Rachel realized she was cold. Her hair and clothes were wet, her skin was covered in goosebumps, and she was shivering uncontrollably.
Leo rose and helped Rachel to her feet. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
Leo grabbed their shoes and Rachel’s bag from where they had dumped them on the sand, and then took her hand to lead her from the beach. Rachel was grateful for his guidance. She still felt dazed, like her brain hadn’t fully re-engaged and she was operating solely from primal instinct. She thought it entirely possible she would have wondered into the ocean without him pointing her in the right direction.
They walked silently until they reached Rachel’s suite. She dug in her purse for her key card, but she paused before opening the door and they stood awkwardly next to each other in the hall. Leo turned to look at her and Rachel saw with satisfaction that his face was slightly flushed and his eyes were heavy-lidded, like the haze hadn’t completely cleared for him, either. She was glad to know she hadn’t been the only one so deeply affected by their kiss on the beach.
Leo drew in his breath like
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