Chapter 243

• She didn’t know who moved first, who gave in before the other. It didn’t matter. One moment they were simply staring at one another, and the next they were a tangle of arms, of legs and lips and skin, seeking and finding again and again, like deepwater divers desperate for air.
• She stumbled backwards, tripping on the frayed fringe of the carpet, and Leandro’s arms came around her, steadying her. Holding her. She never wanted him to let her go.
• She could feel him pressed against her, felt the hard length of his thigh, the chiselled muscles of his chest. Felt his lips on her skin, touching her bare shoulder, the nape of her neck, her jawbone. She shuddered under his caress, wanting more. Needing more.