His hands slid down to her bottom, gripping her tightly as he met her thrusts with urgent power. Amanda could feel the coiling tension in her core, the sweet ache building to an almost unbearable point. She pressed her forehead to his, their breaths mingling as they fought together towards the climax.
“Please…” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, a plea for him to take her over that final edge.
“Mandy!” he groaned back, his voice thick with need. His hands tightened on her hips, his body tensing beneath her. She felt him swell inside her, knew he was close.
In a sudden flurry of movement, Hiro flipped them over, pushing her onto her back with a low growl. He loomed over her in the tiny bed, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes wild with desire.
Yes!
Amanda’s legs wrapped around his hips, urging him deeper, harder. His relentless pace sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, each thrust bringing her closer to the brink.
His lips found her throat, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as he drove into her. Amanda’s nails dug into his back, anchoring herself against the storm of overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her. The room, the hotel, disappeared…narrowing her awareness to just the two of them, their bodies joined, their hearts pounding in unison.
Yes.
“Hiro…” she gasped, her voice breaking as the coiling tension in her core reached a fever pitch. She was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss.
He lifted his head, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that stole her breath. There was a silent promise in his eyes, a vow that he was with her, completely and utterly hers.
That look, more than anything, sent Amanda tumbling over the edge.
Her orgasm slammed into her with a force that forced her to muffled her cries against his shoulder, her body convulsingaround him as tears sprang from her tightly closed lids. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, each crest more intense than the last as she spasmed around him.
She felt Hiro tense, felt his breath catch in his throat, and knew what was coming. Before her pleasure had faded, he reached between them, pulling his cock from her core and pressing himself into her curls as his seed exploded across her body. His body shook with the force of his release, the sensation familiar and arousing at once.
In all the times they’d made love, Hiro had never once spilled within her. Amanda told herself it was for the best, and that he was caring for her by protecting her…but each time he spilled across her curls instead of inside her, she felt a twinge of disappointment.
As if he believed they had no future together.
He collapsed onto her, his weight a comforting pressure as they both fought to catch their breath. Amanda’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close as the last shudders of pleasure faded. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, the rhythm gradually slowing to a steady pace.
They lay like that for a long moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Hiro finally lifted his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at her with a tender smile.
That smile.
It meanteverythingto her, even if there was the faintest hint of regret in it.
Not regret at what they shared, no, but regret at what couldn’t be.
Well…maybe itcouldbe.
CHAPTER 6
“What am I going to do with you?” Hiro murmured against the skin of Amanda’s neck. After their lovemaking, he’d climbed from the bed to clean them both from the ewer of water on the bureau, then settled her in his arms once more. He was pressed up against her back, cradling her as if they were utensils in a drawer.
Which, she supposed, would make her a spoon. A smaller spoon to his bigger one, perhaps?
Oh goodness, you must be tired.
She needed to sleep—especially after the emotions of the day—but it was too peaceful here, cuddled in a too-small bed with Hiro, to worry about such things.
Humming, she stretched against him like a satiated kitten. “I can think of a few things I would like you to do with me.”
The noise he made was something like a snort, and not at all the pensive, romantic tone she was hoping for.
Hiding her sigh, Amanda began the process of rolling over in the single hotel bed. “What are you thinking about?”
Hiro’s dark eyes watched her in the light from the electric lamp, but she couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t want me to tell you,” he finally admitted, waiting for her to rearrange herself.
