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He gave a short, sharp shake of his head. Blood roared in his ears, his chest the tightest he had ever known it.
Even if she hadn’t asked, he couldn’t look at her and smugly say, See, I knew you wanted me.
That had been the most erotic, mind-blowing and…touching moment of his life, and he would never diminish it.
Her eyes still gazing into his, she swallowed then slowly brought her face closer and covered his lips with her own.
It was the sweetest, most tender kiss of his life.
And then her lips parted, her tongue danced into his mouth, her arms locked around his neck and he was kissing her back with all the passion his soul possessed.
Carrie shut off the part of her brain shouting at her in increasingly terrified shrill tones to stop this madness now.
She shut it down completely.
She had never felt so alive, had never known her body capable of such intense, concentrated pleasure.
He had done this to her. Andreas. His touch, his scent…him. It was as if every part of her body had been tuned to a frequency only he had the dial to.
She had fought her desire with everything she had and it hadn’t been enough. He’d broken through her resistance completely. And now she wanted the rest of it and she wanted him to have the pleasure he had just bestowed on her too.
He tasted so darkly masculine, she thought headily, as she drank in his kisses and razed her fingers up and down the nape of his neck. Why fight something that felt so right? Just what was she scared of?
But she had to shut her mind off again when the shrill voice tried to break back through to tell her exactly what she was scared of.
She was giving her body to Andreas, nothing more. Nothing more…
For the first time in her life she was going to let her body guide her. Consequences only happened when people allowed foolish dreams to overtake their reality.
Dimly she was aware of him gathering her tightly to him and lifting her off the worktop.
Later, she would have no concrete memory of them getting to a bedroom, just floating images of being carried in his arms and them falling onto the nearest bed in a tangle of limbs.
Their eyes locked.
Carrie lifted her top up and over her head, discarding it without thought.
His throat moved before he held out a hand.
With fingers that fumbled with inexperience, she undid his shirt buttons. As soon as she had the first three opened she put her lips to his chest and breathed in his clean musky scent, a pulse rippling through to her core when he groaned. His skin felt so smooth yet so different from her own, hard where she was soft and so very warm. Brushing her lips all over his chest, rubbing her cheek against the fine hair covering much of it, feeling his raging heartbeat thrum through his skin, she worked the rest of the buttons until the shirt was undone and Andreas shrugged it off, then his arms wrapped around her waist to undo her bra. He flung it away and sat back to stare at her naked breasts for the first time.
His eyes dilated, a moan dragged from his throat. He raised a hand that belied the faintest tremor and cupped her.
A bolt of need pulsed through her, so pure and so shockingly strong that she snapped her eyes shut and struggled for air.
Breasts that had always just…been there, a part of her like her arms and legs, suddenly felt heavy and swollen and needy. He massaged them gently then replaced his hand with his mouth.
She gasped and clenched her hands into fists.
All those wonderful feelings he had brought about in her such a short time ago were building up again but this time they felt so much more, the need being evoked no longer concentrated but everywhere, every part of her aching for his touch and yearning for his kiss.
As if he could sense her need, Andreas stripped off the rest of her clothes, trailing hot moist kisses all over her flesh, increasing her hunger.
Her skirt was unbuttoned and pulled off, thrown to the floor, the plain cotton knickers quickly following and then she was naked, lying fully exposed to a man’s gaze for the first time in her life.
Andreas stared down at her, his eyes a colour she had never seen before, dark and molten. He’d removed his trousers—how, when?—and now all that was left to remove was his underwear.
Not taking her eyes from his, Carrie sat up to kneel before him and placed her hands on his heavily breathing chest. She dragged her fingers slowly down, over the hard muscles of his abdomen, to the band of his snug-fitting grey boxers.
Swallowing the moisture that had filled her mouth, she gripped the band between her fingers and tugged them down over his hips.
Released from its tight confines, his erection sprang free.
She swallowed again, unable to hide her shock.
The glimpse she had seen when he’d been in the bath…that had been nothing to seeing it loud and proud in the flesh. She’d already gauged that he was well endowed but had been unprepared, not only for his size but also the unexpected beauty of it.
