Michael lifted her up and pushed her against the column. Leah instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, felt his erection hard and hot pressing against her, and kissed his face, his lips, his ears, but then he dropped her down and let go.
“Stand there. Don’t move,” he ordered her, and as she watched, he quickly shed his shoes and clothes. His erection was enormously thick and hot, a drop or two of moisture at the tip an indication that he, too, was almost there. Leah tried to take him in hand, but Michael caught her by the arms and roughly turned her around, so that she was facing the column.
Behind her, he kissed the nape of her neck, caressed her back and her hips, then grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg. “Touch yourself,” he demanded in a whisper.
Leah dropped her head back to his shoulder, slid her hand down between her legs, and began to rub her fingers against herself. She could hear Michael’s breathing quicken, could feel his hand on her breast, his mouth in her hair, his cock rubbing against her hips.
She was so revved up, so ready to release the years of sexual frustration that had followed her after they had split up that her hand began to move faster. But then Michael’s hand joined hers, moving hers aside, and slowing the rhythm as he dipped down and eased himself inside her.
“Ah hell,” he muttered as he slid deep into her. “Ah, baby,” he said as he began to move inside her, matching the work of his hand.
“Don’t stop,” she begged him, lifting her hips and pressing against him. “Please don’t stop.”
Michael groaned like an animal and began to move faster, plunging deep inside her, his hand teasing her to the climax he had twice denied her. Leah could hardly catch her breath; she clung to the column, moving with Michael, meeting each of his strokes, gulping for air as she sank into that sexual bliss that surrounded her.
He slid deeper and harder into her, pushing her toward release with his body and his fingers. Leah could feel her release nearing the surface, could feel it on the verge of eruption.
When it did, she cried out with ecstasy and fell headlong into a sea of pure pleasure. She crested in that wave, heard Michael’s guttural moan as he found his release.
He collapsed on her, his dark head on her shoulder until he could get his breath. When he had, he pulled her down onto the carpet with him. They lay together, their limbs tangled in one another. Leah pushed her fingers through his hair as they quietly waited for their breathing to return to normal.
It was just like old times. That burst of excitement and fulfillment and love trickling into every pore. It was several minutes before they had the energy to untangle themselves from one another, but still they lay on the carpet, stroking one another, each of them lost in their private thoughts.
Leah felt alive for the first time in years, and while she was afraid to think it, she was quietly wondering if this could really be, if she really could go back in time and pick up where they’d left off.
After a moment, Michael asked, “What are you thinking?”
She looked into his handsome face and smiled at the odds stacked against them. At that moment, she thought she could gladly live with the odds. “I was thinking about the soufflé,” she said, and laughed when he groaned and pressed his forehead to her bare belly and made a remark about her irrepressible appetite.
Chapter Eighteen
AT some point in the night, Michael enticed Leah into his bedroom, where they made love again, only this time, he allowed Leah to do some of the touching, too. They’d fallen asleep in the midst of an argument about where their favorite New York restaurant was—on the corner of 74th and Columbus? Or 75th and Columbus?
The following morning, however, Michael woke up to an empty bed. But she’d left a note:
Hey Raney, you gorgeous man, some of us actually have to show up at work on time. You looked so damn good sleeping there that I just let myself out. Don’t worry, I called a cab. I’ll see you later. L.
P.S. I had an AWESOME time. Awesome, awesome, awesome. Absolutely 100% awesome, especially here in your crib. Seriously, it couldn’t have been better even if you’d turned out to be Prince William, heir to the throne. Kidding! That would have been a whole lot better, haha. You made me feel like a queen. Can’t wait to see you again. Leah ?
He smiled. It had been awesome. That was some of the best sex he’d ever had, and he was getting hard again just thinking about it. He couldn’t wait to see her, either. And he got up, headed for the shower, anxious to get to work.