I open my eyes, he’s still in the doorway. His eyes are dark and heavy on me. Sliding off the bed, I bring the zipper down and allow the dress to fall to my hips. I’m in a black lace bra that Gertrude promised was one of the most seductive ones in her store. Only a small tug and the dress falls showing what Gertrude swore would bring a man to his knees. Black lace stockings and a garter belt and if he laughs I swear to god I will hate him forever. Leo does not laugh, there isn’t a trace of a smile. He straightens, and his eyes slide over me hungrily.

“Say it, Alexa.” The words come out of him with a growl.

Now I lift an eyebrow at him, enjoying the exotic feeling of power. Leo wants me, my body. “Hmm...I don’t know, Leo. I think I need to think about this. Why don’t you show me what I’ll be missing if I don’t say it?” I have to pinch myself to keep from laughing at the look of astonishment on his face. “If you’re shy, I’ll close my eyes. How about I count to ten?”

I cover my eyes and count to ten slowly, very slowly. The second I’m about to open my eyes I feel the air move in front of me. Before I open my eyes, I’m picked up and tossed on the bed. Leo is standing over me, his chest working to take in air and so very beautifully bare. I know his numbers, six-foot-four and two hundred and forty-one pounds with ninety-nine percent of it muscle. I know his chest is forty-six inches wide and his waist is thirty-seven inches. But holy fucking shit, seeing it all up close in golden glowing glory is stunning. I cringe in embarrassment at the way my body floods in a hot, wet rush to prepare to take him. Then I look down and holy crap it’s just as big as I told myself it couldn’t be, and it looks very angry. Even with the memory of the pain from the last time I have no control over my body as my legs part in welcome for him.

Leo sees it, his knee is on the bed now as he leans over me. He growls low in his chest. “Say it, Alexa.” I reach for him, he grabs my wrist and holds me away, his grip painfully tight. “No, you do not touch me. If I am going to be able to make up for what happened the first time, you have to be hands off. Now say it before I wring the words from your beautiful neck.”