“More,” she gritted out.
He continued with the teasing touch, knowing what she wanted, but wanting her to ask. That had been such a fun game three weeks ago. Round and round, his thumb revolved around the soft skin, waiting…
He jerked when she bit his bottom lip, then he laughed.
“Harder,” she growled. “You know what I want. Harder.”
Once again he was happy to oblige. He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tender nub. She gripped his head, trying to pull him closer, but she was no match for his strength. Her nails bit into his scalp, signaling her desire. Delicately, he bit her nipple and she groaned her satisfaction.
“Yesss. Oh, Leo. Yesss.”
He massaged her other breast, pinching and torturing the nub as she pushed her chest closer to him. She was glorious. She was going to kill him.
It was long minutes of pleasure for both of them before she shoved him away. “I want more. Clothes off now.” Her eyes glittered with desire and determination.
He lifted off the bed with her in his arms, then let her slide slowly to the floor, letting her sensuous body torture his. She reached for his belt and fumbled. Then she stopped and looked up at him.
“Fuck it. It’s too slow that way. Strip,” she commanded.
He laughed again. Laughter and loving, could it get any better?
“Aye, aye.”
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and then looked at her watching him. “No fair,” he said. “You’re not stripping, you’re just watching.”
“No woman with a pulse would blame me.” Her tongue ran across her bottom lip.
“You better strip, Woman, otherwise I’m tearing off those clothes, got it?”
She gulped. “You wouldn’t… Would you?”
“Not only that, I’d use the strips to tie you to the bed.”
Her eyes widened. He could tell she was intrigued. They didn’t have time—maybe round two. “Daisy, strip,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed to unlace his boots.
This time he got to watch.
She pulled off her shirt and bra, and he damn near fucked up the knot on his bootlace.
Concentrate!
He looked down and got his boots and socks off in record time.
“Hurry,” she said as she skimmed out of her pants.
He got up and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
“No underwear?”
He shrugged. “It’s hot in Yemen.” He looked at her in her little white lace panties. He picked her up and positioned her on the bed, then slowly, ever so slowly, slid her panties down her shapely legs.
She sucked in a deep breath, then sighed. He looked up into her eyes; she was his every dream.
“Here. Come here.” She lifted her arms toward him. Leo slid up her body so they could be chest to breast, heart to heart.
“You feel so good. I feel so safe when I’m in your arms,” she breathed into his neck.
Had any woman ever made him feel so good?
This time he started the kiss. A tender kiss, one that let her know how he felt—the care, the longing, the love. She parted her legs, her foot caressing the back of his calf. He felt the warm, wet welcome of her against his cock, but it wasn’t enough. He had to be sure.
Sliding a hand down past her taut stomach, he parted her soft folds and lightly touched her delicate bundle of nerves. She jerked hard against his fingers.
“No, don’t do that,” she begged. “I’m too close. Together. I want us to fly together.”
Her hand smoothed down his erection and guided him towards her entrance, and he was lost. He pushed home in one long glide, relishing her tight depths.
“God, Daisy, you’re killing me.”
She gasped. “My line. That’s my line.”
Her legs wrapped around him and she arched upward, taking more and more of him. She was a goddess as she reveled in the sensuality of their union. He breathed in the vanilla and orange blossom scent of her as she shared her pleasure, which reverberated back on him. Thrust after thrust in her snug, honeyed depths, robbing him of breath, he was just intent on making sure that she reached her pinnacle before he did.
Her nails scored his back, as she lunged upwards.
“Leo,” she cried out, then her teeth gripped his shoulder as she shuddered beneath him, sparking his release into oblivion. His last thought was to wonder how was it possible that he felt surrounded and cared for, as if she had taken him to a place where their souls communicated as one.
20
“I need to get video of Abia,” Effie said to Daisy.
“Why?”
They were walking around the camp. Doug and Annie were back at the hotel trying to put together a proposal on how they might be able to funnel some monies toward this project. Effie came along with Leo, Rayi, and Daisy in her function as the Director of Public Affairs. She was outstanding in her job, and it was through her strategic thinking and her ability to tug at donors’ heartstrings that Daisy could get so many donations.
“That smile. That enthusiasm. And I hate to say it, but when people realize she’s five years old, that is going to kill them. They’ll be opening up their wallets. I can’t believe how emaciated all of the kids are around here.”
Daisy stopped walking, her stomach churning at the thought of
