Bobby made a dash for it.

She didn’t care about where she was going or how she would leave his place when she didn’t even have a car or money to pay a cab. All she knew was that she had to leave and escape Leandro before – before –

She had to leave before he completely owned her again.

Bobby kicked him, hard enough to take him by surprise, and Leandro released her with a muttered Greek expletive. It almost felt like déjà vu but she didn’t waste a moment, scrambling past him so she could run towards his front door.

“Not so fast, mégaira.” Leandro caught her just before she could cross the living room and spun her around with a jerk of his arm.

“Let go of me,” Bobby shrieked, and then she shrieked again when she realized that he was quickly unbuttoning her blouse. “What are you doing?” She forgot all about trying to escape as she tried swatting away his deftly moving fingers.

Leandro didn’t bother answering, his concentration fully focused on the all-important task of getting Bobby naked as soon as possible. They were done talking and raking over old coals. The truth was out now, and it was time to do something they had always had no problem seeing eye to eye on.

In the next moment, Leandro had managed to capture her wrists and raise it over her head. He swiftly pulled her blouse up and over her arms. Bobby shrieked again as he threw her blouse to the floor. “Have you gone out of your mind?”

“Out of my mind with need for you, yes.”

The way his eyes devoured her made Bobby swallow. She hated how her body was suddenly trembling so hard it was as if just the softest touch from Leandro would have her spontaneously combusting. “Let me go,” she demanded between clenched teeth even as moistness flooded the triangle between her legs. God! She just hoped she wasn’t so wet she ended up having a visibly damp spot on her shorts. She would never live that one down if it happened.

Leandro was forcing her to walk backwards now, not saying a word, and she exclaimed in surprise when her back hit the wall. She caught a look of satisfaction in Leandro’s eyes before he pinned her wrists to the wall with one hand while his other hand ripped her bra free.

She screamed, and then she screamed again for another reason when Leandro bent his head down and took one nipple fully into his mouth. It was so embarrassing, the way her nipples were already pertly alive, and she bit her lip hard to keep her involuntary moan from escaping. The pleasure of his mouth on her nipple was intense, more beautiful than she remembered, but she would do everything not to let him know---

“You taste sweeter than I remembered,” Leandro groaned.

“You’re crazy,” she gasped out. “We’re no longer seeing…” She had to stop talking as another bolt of pleasure hit her when Leandro started sucking hard and hungrily at her nipple. Oh God, she had missed this. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but the truth was inescapable. She had missed this.

“Stop it!”

His laughter, dark and seductive, rocked against her breast. “Stop what, mégaira?” He flicked his tongue against her nipple and was rewarded by the involuntary jerk of her body. “If you tell me what I’m supposed to stop, then maybe I’ll do it.”

Bobby glared at him. “Never---” She bit back another cry as Leandro’s mouth once more closed over her nipple and started sucking. She tried to get away, but his fingers around her wrists were hard as steel. “Stop it,” she gasped. The pleasure was making her forget her very sanity, and she threw away her pride and choked out, “Stop sucking on my nipple.”

The explicit words made him stop, but by saying them, she also felt like she had fallen deeper into his trap.

Leandro raised his head, smirking as he asked, “Was it so bad?”

Oh, that smirk! She was torn between wanting to slap it off his face and feeling even more aroused by it. God, this had to stop. She wriggled against his hold, not knowing that it only caused her breasts to jiggle deliciously in his sight, and the tips of her nipples brushing against his chest made Leandro groan.

“Let go of me!”

“Never.”

“This is crazy.”

His smirk disappeared. “No, Bobby. This is right. This was how we connected in the first place, and I think it’s fitting we start anew like this.”

Fear at what those words meant made her struggle even more desperately. “I don’t want to start anything with you!”

“Too late, my love.” And then he bent down to suck on her other nipple.

Bobby gasped, torn between indignation and a sensual bliss so treacherously beautiful it tempted her to surrender. “You said you’d s-stop if I told you to!”

Leandro lifted his head again. “I did. And I stopped. But this is your other nipple, is it not?” He laughed at her hiss of outrage, and she looked so mad at being fooled he knew she would have scratched his eyes out if her hands were free. She was so passionate, her fiery spirit matching his hot-blooded temperament, that Leandro knew no other woman would suit him better than Bobby. And so it was also the other way around. He only needed enough time to convince her of it.

“I love you, mégaira. There is no one like you.”

Leandro spoke the words so easily it scared her even more, and the sexy grin on his face just made everything more terrifying. She couldn’t let this happen. She just couldn’t. If she allowed him back into her life, she would lose control over herself again and this time, there would be no turning back. If she belonged to him again, it would be forever – even if he one day realized he didn’t want her anymore.

“Let me go, please.”

Leandro responded to her demand by kissing her hard, his lips moving insistently over hers until she was forced to open her mouth and let his tongue in. He took possession of her mouth and kissed her more deeply, exulting in the taste of her. When he raised his head, he smiled in sheer male satisfaction at the dazed look on her face.

The smile made Bobby recover herself. “Jerk!”

“Yes,” he purred. “I am, only to you and only for you, my beautiful shrew.” She struggled anew, making her beautiful bountiful breasts shake harder and with a groan, no longer able to keep his hands away, he let her wrists go so he could cover her breasts.

It was as large as he remembered, his palms unable to completely cover them, and he groaned with real pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded them hard.

Bobby tried to push him away futilely, her hands pressing against his shoulders with all her strength. But it was like trying to get a heavy rock off her. “Get off me, you jerk.”

“That’s not what you really want to call me, Bobby.” He smirked at her.

She started to retort but bit back another moan instead as he started twisting her nipples with his fingers. Pain and pleasure blended with each other as he continued playing with her nipples, and she squeezed her eyes shut so he wouldn’t see how much his touch affected her.

“Jerk,” she gasped out.

Leandro only laughed. “Come on, Bobby. Be true to yourself. You’ve never been a liar.” Before she could answer, he had already bent his head and was hungrily sucking her nipple again while his other hand continued playing with her breast.

She tried pulling his head away, gripping his hair, but he retaliated by sucking so hard and then biting her nipple that Bobby ended up releasing a long, pleasure-loaded moan.

“Say the word, Bobby,” he whispered between tiny bites of her nipple. “Say it.”

Her fingers gripped his hair, but now she could no longer find the strength to use it to pull his head away from her nipple.

“Say it.”

The velvety invitation in his words worked like seductive magic, tempting her to forget even just for today the fact that he was the person who had ruined her life.

Leandro looked up, and lust blazed in his eyes. “Say it.” He punctuated the words with hard squeezes of her breasts.

She cried out, “Kópanos.” By saying it, she knew she had surrendered to him. By saying it, she wasn’t just admitting he was a jerk. She was also admitting that he was the jerk who still had a claim over her even after everything that had happened in the past.

Bobby waited for a triumphant expression to fall on Leandro’s gorgeous face, but instead he looked…

She bit her lip hard, which was again trembling at the riotous emotions warring inside her.

Leandro Christopoulos looked humbled.

“I love you, mégaira.”

The look in his eyes made her want to cry. He loved her. He really loved her, and he was willing to lay everything down at her feet for a chance to make her believe it.

She knew what he wanted to hear, but she just couldn’t say it. Pain flickered in his expression when he realized that she was not going to say anything.

He said hoarsely, “Bobby---”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to talk. She was too afraid to talk. So instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his lips down for a kiss. “Take me,” she whispered.