Roxy knew she shouldn’t have kissed him, not even as innocently as she had. Because it could never be enough. Now she knew she should make at least a token resistance, but she couldn’t, not when her whole body zinged and hummed. The so familiar yet so new sensation of his lips too blissful to withstand. Sweetly intense pleasure streamed through her body alongside a greedy need for more. She pressed against him, her hands looped round his neck. She parted her lips, and he groaned and deepened the kiss, sending all her senses into overdrive. The nape of his neck under her fingers, the solid wall of his chest. The taste of cocoa, the scent of him. All giddied her.
Until from somewhere she found the strength to pull back, met his gaze, his eyes dark and molten. What to do? She knew there couldn’t be a future for them, but surely there could be something.
‘Roxy?’
‘I’ve got an idea.’ The words tumbling out propelled by sheer burning need. ‘Why don’t we spend the next few days together. Until the launch party. Create some happy memories and then this time we can part without animosity or sadness. It will be like a proper closure.’ The idea gained traction even as she suspected there were some flaws in the logic. But she didn’t care. ‘What do you think?’
Leo didn’t know what to think, didn’t even want to think. All he wanted was Roxy. If he had a chance to spend a few days with this woman, the woman who had once been the love of his life, he’d take it. And in the taking he would also give, because behind her question he could sense a shimmer of sadness.
‘Are you sure it’s what you want?’
‘I’m sure.’ As if to demonstrate, she moved closer to him, her green eyes alight with a need that matched his own. And without further ado he pulled her into his embrace, revelled in her shiver of pleasure, tumbled her down onto the sheepskin rug, warmed by the flickering flames of the fire.
Two days later, kitchen, Foxglove Hall
‘Let the tasting commence.’
Roxy grinned as Leo banged a wooden spoon against a saucepan in a drum roll. ‘Be seated, kind taster.’ Once Leo complied, she continued, ‘I have here two sample mousses. You will choose which one to serve at the launch dinner. Number one.’ She handed him the spoon, waited whilst he tasted it. ‘Now the other one.’
His forehead creased in concentration. ‘That one was…silky smooth with a hint of fire and spice.’
The deep rumble of his voice slid over her skin. ‘So you prefer this one?’ Her voice breathless.
‘It’s impossible to decide. The first one was sweeter, with a long, intense finish.’ Now she did shiver at the look in his eyes. ‘I guess it all depends on what mood I’m in.’
‘So what mood are you in now?’
‘Why don’t we go upstairs, and I’ll show you. We can call it research to help me make a choice.’
Research had never sounded so good.
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