The trees around the Wentworth Villa rose as high as the house itself, creating a wall of privacy for everyone. The terrace overlooked most of the property's outdoor yard. Yet, no one else could peer into it from the outside. The stone railings made it hard to see anyone. Perhaps only their noises would travel past the partial enclosure.
That was why Luellen made sure not to scream… or let her hand slip from her mouth.
Leander's lovebombing behavior never seemed to be an issue to her. Perhaps she figured it was how lovers behaved toward each other. Even right now, she squirmed beside him, challenging the hammock's sturdiness.
The maiden lay on the curved bed, her legs hanging from the edge. They swung in their measly attempts to kick or climb back into the hammock. Her hands clamped against her mouth, forcing her noises down. Even if her body wriggled in pleasure, she didn't want the only other person in the house to notice them.
