Seduced At Sea. Andrea Laurence

his furniture.

      His fingers drifted through the silk of Lexi’s hair as he recalled in minute detail how he had taken that warm, tight body with his own. He felt his groin stir at the memory and knew that the smart thing to do would be to get out of bed and go for an early morning swim. Grab a coffee and start work.

      Some of his tension must have leached out of him because Lexi whimpered and caressed his shoulder with her smooth cheek. Leo’s hand immediately flexed against her hip and slid down around the soft curve of her lower back, his fingers stroking her soft skin. She must have liked it because the leg she had thrown over his thigh rubbed his and now he was fully erect and, instead of following his saner instincts and climbing out of bed, he found himself shifting again and urging her small, compact body to lie over his. Her thighs automatically splayed to accommodate his hardness while his two hands caressed her curvaceous bottom.

      He shouldn’t be doing this.

      Taking advantage of her while she slept. He might have stopped but then she widened her thighs even more and whispered, ‘Don’t stop,’ into his ear. Leo turned his head and caught her mouth with his in a kiss that went from soft to carnal faster than his Maserati hit a hundred clicks. She pushed up sleepily, her hands on his shoulders, her mane of hair falling around her and resting just above her pert breasts, which had taken on a luminescent quality in the pre-dawn light. Leo groaned and reached for one at the same time as he delved into his side drawer for protection. She arched into his caress and lifted her lower body against his but he stayed her with a hand on her hip.

      ‘Wait,’ he whispered gruffly.

      He protected them both and nearly came on the spot as she reached down and guided him into her body.

      Her moan precipitated his own and he’d never felt such overpowering pleasure as he did at that moment. If he’d been at all capable of thinking he might have been concerned but she moved her hips experimentally against his and he pushed her hair back off her breasts and cupped her in his large hands, watching as she rode him into the sweetest orgasm of his life.

      While he was still coming down from a place he didn’t think he’d ever been before he stroked a lazy line up and down her spine.

      She made a low murmur of pleasure and slipped off him to snuggle into the crook of his arm again.

      ‘I’m all sweaty.’

      ‘You feel fantastic.’ He traced a finger over her hip and the gentle swell of her belly without really realising he was doing it. Then she shifted her top leg more comfortably over his and his heart caught.

      ‘You know, when I first saw you I thought you were heartless and unapproachable,’ she murmured sleepily. ‘But that’s just what you want people to think, isn’t it?’

      No. He was heartless and unapproachable.

      Normally.

      Normally, when his brain was operating at one hundred per cent capacity. Normally, when he was with any other woman but her. He felt a frisson of unease slither through him as her fingers once again threaded through the hair on his chest.

      Now he should get her up. Send her back to her room. Give her every indication of how this situation was going to play out.

      Her breathing became choppy and he knew she’d sensed the subtle sense of dread that had overcome him.

      ‘Did I just ruin everything with my big mouth?’ She lifted her head, uncertainty threaded through her voice just as her fingers had been lightly threading through the hair on his chest before he’d ruined it.

      ‘No,’ he said gruffly. He moved a hand into her hair and gently urged her head back down onto his shoulder. ‘Sleep.’

      She let out a sigh that whispered across his skin like the sea breeze.

      Leave. He’d meant to say leave.