‘No, it’s you who makes me feel decadent,’ Letty confessed, hauling him closer by his tie and reaching up for his mouth, all surging impatience and unhidden hunger for his touch.
And Leo really loved that boldness of hers, the knowledge that she was as hot for him as he was for her and that these days she did make him a priority. They were kissing as they stumbled into their bedroom, madly, passionately kissing and heading in the general direction of the bed.
‘Golly…when’s Isidore arriving?’ she struggled to recall. ‘We can’t be in bed when—’
‘Yes, we can be. I’ll have the door shut in his face if he interrupts us,’ Leo asserted, gorgeous dark golden eyes welded to her flushed oval face.
‘That wouldn’t be very hospitable.’
‘If he comes between me and my wife, he’s unwelcome,’ Leo growled, spreading her back on the bed like a feast to be savoured. ‘Because I love my wife.’
‘And you’re insanely oversexed!’
Leo ran a lazy hand through her silky hair where it flowed across the pillows. ‘I haven’t heard you complaining,’ he commented with a blazing smile.
‘And I’m not,’ Letty confided, a fingertip tracing the line of his sensual mouth, loving confidence in her eyes. ‘You make me so happy, Leo. I love you so much.’