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“Should I stop?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
“Please do not.”
He moved his hand between my legs, pressing against the place that ached for him the most.
“Eliza.” My name on his lips increased the need I felt exponentially.
“Levi, I want to be with you.”
He shuddered, then removed both hands. “My El is impatient. I promise it will be worth it.”
For the rest of the flight, I felt as though I was in a lust-filled haze. Thankfully, I had contacted my solicitor earlier. Now, I couldn’t put two thoughts together. I’d never desired a man the way I did Levi. I was obsessed with wanting him naked and inside me. And while the intensity of my want made me feel out of control and marginally crazy, there was nothing I could do to ease my ache for him.
We kissed many times during the three-hour flight, driving my desire even higher. “I’m beginning to think you’re cruel,” I murmured.
“Believe me, I want you no less than you want me.”
I pretended to pout, which made him kiss me again.
“I suppose I should be embarrassed,” I muttered, feeling self-conscious by my state of arousal.
Levi took my hand and pressed it against his hardness. “If it weren’t our first time together, I’d fuck you right here and right now.”
I cocked my head and smirked. “On the plane?”
Levi smiled and brushed my nose with his. “Do not tempt me, El.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if my desire was fueled by his restraint. Was he driving me mad on purpose, or was the attraction between us that powerful?
“Here we are,” Levi said, motioning to a waiting town car after we’d descended the stairs to the tarmac.
Once in the vehicle, the anticipation of being alone with Levi had my sex pulsing. Even the stiff buds my nipples had become throbbed, and I was so wet for him that he had to have noticed. Maybe that was the reason he’d raised the partition between us and the driver.
I knew from his breathing and the heat in his eyes when they trailed down my body that he was aroused, maybe just not to the frenzied level I was.
It was the power of the man that fueled that kind of desire. His physical beauty stopped my heart whenever I looked at him, and his strength—God, I’d never been with a man like him.
Not being able to resist another moment, I eased my hand inside his jacket, brushing his nipples with my palm. He hissed like I had earlier and grabbed my wrist, moving my hand down and pressing it against him. I traced the outline of his hardness with my fingers, dizzy at the thought of his length and girth inside me.
He dug his fingers in my hair and plundered my mouth with his, then softened, licking my lips before running tiny kisses from there to my neck. I angled to give him better access, melting when I felt him unfastening the buttons of my blouse. I whimpered when his teeth grazed my breast through the silk of my bra, then nearly cried when he closed my shirt.
“We’re here,” he whispered. “And I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine.”
From my previous visit to Algarve, I knew the Quinta Do Lago was only a few minutes from the airport, but it felt more like seconds since we’d been on the road.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from him even when he opened the door, helped me out, and motioned to his home.
“Welcome to Casa Melro,” he said, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my palm before turning me and embracing me from behind. He pressed his hardness against me and covered my breasts with both hands, squeezing gently.
“Levi—”
“Shh. Once we are inside, I will give you a tour of the house, and when I tell you to remove a piece of your clothing, you will, leaving it on the floor before we move on to the next area.”
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I squeezed my legs together, not that it came close to easing my ache. It only made it worse. “Okay,” I whispered. “Um, how many rooms are there?”
“You will be naked long before we reach even one quarter.”
“And then what?”