by Penny Jordan
‘No I haven’t,’ she admitted. ‘Have you?’
‘No,’ Leon acknowledged. ‘There hasn’t really been time.’
Sadie gave a small but very luxurious sigh. It was over an hour since they had finished their meal and come into the bar, where Leon had escorted her over to one of the seductively comfortable squashy sofas before going to order their drinks.
They were the only people left there, apart from the bar staff, and the logs on the fire had burned down to glowing ashes. She couldn’t say just what she and Leon had talked about—the time had flown by on wings of exultation and delight. It was almost as though Leon could actually sense what she was thinking—so much so that every time she had been tempted to forget their pact and talk to him about her excited plans for the future, and the new perfume she hoped to create, he’d somehow stopped her, sidelining their conversation into another direction. And all the time…all the time…every minute, every second, he had been looking at her in such a way that…
‘It looks like we’ve outstayed our welcome,’ Leon told her now, with an amused look at the barman, very purposefully cleaning up. ‘I’ll walk you back to your room,’ he added as Sadie stood up.
Outside it was cool enough for her to be glad she had brought her wrap—and she was even more pleased when without a word Leon took it from her and draped it gently over her shoulders. Was it her imagination or did his fingers really stroke slowly against her bare skin before he stepped back from her?
The path which wound up along the hillside and through the gardens was well illuminated by the strategically placed lighting. The sky was a blue-black dome of velvet, sprinkled with diamond-bright stars, with the thin sliver of a crescent moon.
The path curved and slipped between a small stand of trees into a hidden grove of scented darkness, which took Sadie by surprise, causing her to half stumble on an unseen step.
Immediately Leon reached out to steady her.
‘Thanks.’ Although the ground was in darkness there was enough light from the moon for her to see his features. The intensity of his gaze her made her heart thump frantically. ‘I didn’t realise there was a step there.’ It was disconcerting to know how at odds with the way she was feeling the bland mundanity of her words was.
‘No. I’m surprised the hotel management hasn’t had this area better lit. Surprised, but extremely pleased,’ Leon told her rawly.
‘Pleased?’ Was he actually saying what she thought he was saying? Sadie’s heart was doing more than merely thumping now; it was practically turning excited cartwheels! Instinctively she looked up at Leon, and the hungry look in his eyes caused the whole world to spin dizzily round her. She stood very still.
Slowly Leon lowered his head, his mouth seeking her own. Silently she waited, hardly daring to breathe in case she broke the spell that was binding them together in the magical and intimate darkness.
His lips touched hers, firm, warm, sure and knowledgeable, making her feel…
Making her feel like a woman, Sadie acknowledged giddily. Like a very desirable woman.
Strong male hands drew her closer, one resting in the small of her back, the other lifting to her neck, sliding beneath her hair, supporting her head as the pressure of his kiss tipped it backwards.
Sadie exhaled a disbelieving shaky whisper of breath before eagerly parting her lips to the probing thrust of Leon’s tongue. She could feel the solid trunk of a tree behind her shoulders, and yet had no memory of having stepped backwards. Leon’s hand had left the small of her back and travelled to the rounded curve of her bottom, urging her into his own body.
With a fierce thrill of delight she recognised his arousal, her body reacting to it with a sensual abandon that had her pushing her hips against him, revelling in the immediate and passionate response of his hands and his mouth as he gripped her harder and thrust his tongue deeper into the eager softness of her mouth.
Her own arms were wrapped tightly around him now, her breasts sensitised by the movement of her body against his. In her mind she could already picture his hands covering their nakedness, feel the fierce tug of his mouth against her nipples.
She shuddered violently at her own thoughts. A sharp spike of shock pierced through her, only to be overwhelmed by a fresh wave of aching longing as Leon pressed her even more closely to his body.
He felt excitingly hard and…Instinctively Sadie’s mind shied away from what she was thinking, imagining…
She wasn’t in the habit of assessing a man’s virility in terms of shape and size, and she most certainly wasn’t in the habit of getting excited about them—or him!
What had happened to her normal reserve? Not to mention the moral objections…the sheer common sense she should be heeding?
Leon’s mouth was moving along her jaw and towards her ear, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that filled her with stunning delight. Dizzily Sadie acknowledged that just the whisper of his breath…his lips against her skin…was sending her crazy. Not that he was exactly immune to the reaction he was arousing in her, judging by the way he was gripping her hips and pulling her tightly against his body, Sadie realised with a fierce thrill of female pleasure.
‘The way you’re making me feel I could take you here and now, do you know that?’ Leon groaned against her ear, confirming her thoughts and sending her pulse rocketing out of control whilst the images inside her head became even more explicit and steamy.
Again she wondered—where was her normal, sane and sensible self that should have been objecting sharply and immediately to what he was saying? Why was she moving her body even closer to his instead of pulling herself away?
Sadie didn’t know, and what was more she didn’t care. In fact, if Leon chose to put his threat into action, she didn’t think she would be able to object. Object…? She was aching so badly for him that…
Now it was her turn to moan out loud with delight as his hand moved up her body and cupped her breast. Just the feel of his thumb-tip rubbing sensuously across her tight, aching nipple made her bite on her bottom lip to stop herself from begging him to take off her top and expose her breast to his gaze, his touch and the hot, hard caress of his mouth.
Frantically she tensed her muscles, squeezing her thighs together as she felt the surge of longing rocket through her.
As though he guessed what was happening to her, Leon cupped her hip, his fingers kneading her rhythmically.
She was leaning fully against the tree now, letting it take the weight of her body whilst Leon’s hands sensitively explored every inch of her, making her quiver from head to foot in open longing.
When his hand stroked gently between her legs she groaned huskily and shuddered.
‘Sadie…’ As Leon took her hand and placed it against his own body she almost sobbed with pleasure. Her hands were long and slender, but the hard swollen length of him extended beyond her outstretched fingertips. Sadie closed her eyes, pleasure a dark velvet blanket of sensuality behind her eyelids. She ached as though she had a fever for the feel of him inside her. She’d had no idea there could be desire like this—instant, immediate, hot and hungry, a need that burned everything else into oblivion and drove a person relentlessly until it was sated.
No doubt in Leon’s eyes, she decided helplessly, she was totally unworldly and naïve not to have experienced something like this before. Unlike him!
How many times…how many women…? That thought burned through her in a hot agony of molten jealousy that stiffened her whole body.
‘Sadie?’
Suddenly they both heard voices somewhere lower down the path. Immediately Leon released her and bent to pick up the shawl which had fallen from her shoulders.
Tucking her hand through his arm, he guided her back to the path. She was shaking so much she suspected she would have stumbled if he hadn’t been holding on to her.
Unable to keep her feelings to herself, she burst out emotionally, ‘I don’t believe this is happening.’
‘You don’t believ
e or you don’t want to believe it?’ Leon challenged her.
Tiny tremors of reaction were still seizing her body, and Sadie knew that Leon must be aware of them. What an idiot he must think her, to get in such a state over a mere kiss. Only for her it hadn’t been just a kiss, had it? For her…
‘It’s all right, Sadie,’ she heard him telling her gently, when she was unable to answer his question. ‘Will it help if I admit that I’ve been caught as much off guard by what happened back there as you? I can’t pretend that I haven’t spent all evening imagining what it would be like to take you to bed, but…’
‘I…I don’t do things like this,’ Sadie told him stiffly, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. ‘I don’t make a habit of…of this sort of thing. You might…’
‘I might what?’ he asked, disconcerting her when he guessed accurately. ‘Were you thinking that I might go to bed with a different woman every night of the week? Is that what you’re trying to say?’
Embarrassed, Sadie shook her head.
‘I don’t have any right to…to pry into your private life,’ she told him awkwardly. ‘It’s just that I don’t want you to think that I…’
‘I haven’t been to bed with a woman in over five years,’ Leon told her curtly. ‘I don’t happen to approve of anyone sleeping around just for the hell of it. It’s cheap and it’s a health hazard. What happened tonight was—’
‘You don’t have to explain. I understand!’ Sadie rushed in quickly. He was going to tell her that it had been a mistake, that things had got out of hand.
‘You do? I wish to hell that I could say that,’ Leon came back at her with harsh grimness. ‘Right now—’ he stopped and shook his head whilst Sadie held her breath, aching to have him complete what he had been going to say, and at the same time a little fearful in case he did!
They had almost reached the door to her room.
‘Do you have any plans for tomorrow?’ Leon asked her abruptly as he stood in front of her.
They were almost as close as they had been earlier, when he had kissed her. If she were to just shift her weight from one foot to the other she would be even closer!
Sadie looked at him. Her body was already overruling the cautious anxieties of her heart and the stern warnings of her head, telling her very forcibly that the only plans it wanted to have, included Leon and preferably complete privacy!
‘Well, no…not really.’ As her heart jumped and thumped around her ribcage, with an adrenalin-fuelled cocktail of complex emotions, Sadie berated herself inwardly. Why on earth hadn’t she told him she was already busy, as she would normally have done? What was happening to her? Never in her life had she chosen danger over safety. It just wasn’t her style!
Maybe it hadn’t been, a little voice inside her head mocked her, but that had been before she’d met Leon!
‘I’m driving out to see a mas I’m renting for the summer tomorrow. Why don’t you come with me?’
‘You’re spending the whole summer here?’ Sadie commented, unable to conceal her envy at the thought of being able to spend weeks on end enjoying the sunshine in a mas, as Provençal farmhouses were called.
Yes…I have a variety of business interests on the continent, and the farmhouse I am planning to rent would make an excellent base for me to work from.’
They were outside her door now, and the light on the wall illuminated Sadie’s expression as she looked up at him.
‘A farmhouse?’ she questioned, a little uncertainly.
‘You don’t sound very enthusiastic,’ Leon commented wryly. ‘What’s wrong? Don’t you like the countryside?’ he asked her.
Immediately Sadie shook her head.
‘No, I love it,’ she told him vehemently.
‘So?’ The querying rise of Leon’s eyebrows warned her that he intended to get an answer.
‘Well, it’s just that…Well, I just didn’t think that you would be a country person. One always assumes, somehow, that a businessman will be city-based.’ Sadie began, and then stopped, biting her lip.
But to her relief Leon didn’t take offence at her comment, simply shrugging his shoulders and telling her easily, ‘I do have an apartment in Sydney, it’s true. It’s convenient for business, but given the choice I’d much rather spend my time at the winery my parents own, way out in the country. They’re retired now, or supposed to be, but Dad’s already talking about putting new vines in and upgrading their wine, despite the fact that he’s got a bad heart and ought to be taking things easy!’ He stopped and apologised. ‘Sorry, you don’t want to hear about my family.’
Sadie flicked her tongue-tip over her lips, aching to admit that there was nothing she wanted to learn about more—unless it was every tiny detail about Leon himself. What made him laugh, what kind of food he liked, which side of the bed he liked to sleep on…where he most liked to be touched and kissed…where…
‘Well?’ she heard him demanding softly.
Her face flared hot pink as for an instant she thought he had somehow read her mind, but then she realised he was waiting for her to respond to his invitation. She ought to turn it down, her own sense of self-preservation told her that, but instead of doing so she heard herself saying huskily, ‘Thank you, yes. I…I’d love to join you.’ To join him. To join with him…to…!
‘Good!’
The look he gave her sent a thrill of dangerous pleasure zinging right through her. Helplessly she clenched her muscles against it, against the betraying sexual shudder she could feel gripping her.
Leon was smiling at her, his mouth curling up at the corners in the way that made her long to throw her arms around him and kiss every delicious centimetre of those tempting warm male lips. Especially where they curled so fascinatingly into the smile that made her heart somersault and sent a dizzying rush of pleasure showering through her.
Hastily Sadie averted her gaze from his mouth and tried instead to focus on a point somewhere beyond his left shoulder. But she was still excruciatingly conscious of him, and of her own longing for him. Where had it come from, this savage, clawing, aching, longing that had hit her out of nowhere, left her drugged, doped, dependent on the proximity of him?
When she had contemplated the prospect of falling in love in the past her mental meanderings had never come anywhere near encompassing anything like this! And they had certainly never allowed her to imagine anyone like Leon!
‘Hell, Sadie, will you please stop looking at me like that?’ Leon demanded savagely. ‘Because if you don’t I’m going to have to kiss you, and I warn you that if I do I’m not going to want to stop at just kissing you…’ he continued fiercely.
Her face bright red, Sadie asked him quickly, ‘I…what time shall I meet you in the morning?’ She held her breath, not sure if she wanted Leon to stop speaking so erotically to her or not.
‘Well, from my point of view it will probably facilitate matters if we have breakfast together,’ Leon began.
‘Together?’ Sadie could hear the squeak of panic in her voice.
‘I meant in the dining room, of course,’ Leon assured her blandly. ‘Unless…’
‘Oh, the dining room. Yes, of course. Yes…er…what time? I…’
Listening to herself gabbling, Sadie wondered if Leon knew just how much she was longing to have the courage to simply reach out and wrap her arms around him, to stand on tiptoe and press her body the entire length of his whilst she kissed him in a way that would leave him in no doubt whatsoever about where she most wanted to have breakfast with him tomorrow morning!
Before he could guess what she was thinking she opened her handbag and searched for her key.
Ten minutes later, safely inside her room on her own, with the door locked, she told herself that it was relief she was feeling that Leon hadn’t pushed or pressed to be allowed to come in with her—and not disappointment.
Still, she would be seeing him in the morning. Blissfully she hugged that thought to her, lost in a dreamy fantasy of sensual blue skies an
d an even more sensual man.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘THAT’S what I like to see—a woman who enjoys her food.’
Sadie’s toes curled into her shoes as Leon’s warmly approving gaze embraced her.
He had telephoned her at seven o’clock, the ringing bringing her out of the shower, to ask her if she was awake and suggest that they meet up in the restaurant at eight.
‘Awake—of course I’m awake,’ she had responded indignantly, adding without thinking, ‘I was actually in the shower.’
There was a small silence, and then Leon’s voice, like warm honey melting down the telephone line, as he’d said thickly, ‘I wish you hadn’t told me that, Sadie!’
He hadn’t said anything else, but Sadie had known immediately that he was picturing her naked—and what was more she had been doing some pretty sensual vis-ualisation of the two of them together herself!
Just the thought of Leon naked in the shower with her was enough to make her skin prickle in sensual hunger.
She had dressed at top speed, donning a clean white tee shirt and a pair of beige linen cut-offs, and some white and beige trainers for comfort. A beige raffia bag embroidered with white daisies and her sunglasses had completed her preparations.
Leon had been waiting for her in the foyer of the hotel. Like her, he was casually dressed, his tee shirt revealing warmly tanned and strongly muscled arms.
‘Good.’ He smiled approvingly at her. ‘I’m glad you’ve dressed casually. The mas is in a fairly remote place, and although it has its own swimming pool, and overlooks the sea itself, I’ve picked it because of its country location.’
Now, as she finished her fruit and reached for the delicious croissant she had selected from the lavish buffet table, Sadie turned to Leon and mentioned hesitantly, ‘Raoul told me that your company will be acquiring the house in Grasse as well as the business attached to it.’