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Shocked eyes fell on hers before he gave one last groan and lowered himself onto her with his full weight, and buried his face in her hair.
Carrie tightened her hold on him, sighing to feel his breath tickling her scalp.
The sensation that had erupted through her with such violence was now a gentle ripple and she closed her eyes, wishing with all her heart that she could bottle this moment for eternity.
CHAPTER TEN
ANDREAS AWOKE ON his side to find Carrie’s face pressed against his chest, an arm and thigh slung around him.
He also awoke to find himself fully aroused.
He took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, careful not to disturb her sleep. She rolled with him, her face now buried in his side, her hand drifting to rest on his abdomen.
The room was shrouded in such darkness he knew without having to look that he’d slept for many hours. He smiled ruefully to know he’d done that most male of male things and fallen asleep almost immediately after sex.
Yes, a most male of male things but not something he had ever done before. But then, he had never known sex to be like that before, an experience so intense that climaxing had felt as if his brains might explode from his head. He’d made it to the bathroom to dispose of the condom then fallen back into bed, scooped Carrie into his arms to cuddle against her, and fallen straight into blissful sleep. The evening had still been light outside.
He’d never done that before either: fallen asleep with his arms wrapped so tightly around someone.
He had good reason to believe Carrie had never done any of this before.
The little spot of blood he’d seen on the sheets when he’d climbed back into bed had only consolidated what his body had told him when he’d first entered her.
Carrie had been a virgin.
He hadn’t bedded a virgin since he’d lost his own virginity. Then, they had both been seventeen and full of raging hormones. He’d promised faithfully to marry her if she slept with him, a blatant lie told by horny teenage boys the world over. They’d given each other their virginity and afterwards he’d ridden off on his scooter, cigarette dangling from his mouth, feeling like a king.
He smiled at the memory. He hadn’t thought of Athena for years. She’d dumped him for one of his friends a few weeks later, which he was sure had broken his heart for at least five minutes. As far as he knew, Athena and Stavros were still married with an army of children running them ragged.
He was quite sure she was the last virgin he’d been with. The irony of him actually marrying the second virgin he slept with after promising to do that faithfully with the first did not escape him.
He ran a hand gently over Carrie’s hair, smoothing it, enjoying the silky feel of it on his skin.
What had made her wait so long?
To have missed out on those heady teenage years where hormones dictated every part of your life? No office romances either? He kept a strict hands-off rule with his staff but he didn’t expect them to keep their hands off each other. So long as it didn’t interfere with their work he couldn’t care less what the consenting adults he employed got up to.
Had Carrie been waiting for someone special?
He brushed his finger along her cheek, his chest tightening to imagine the myriad reasons why she had chosen to remain a virgin and what the implications for them were.
She stirred against him and nuzzled into his chest. Her movements were enough to tighten the other, much baser part of him that had already been wide awake and aroused and when her fingers began to drift lightly down his abdomen…
Minutes later and he was inside her again.
* * *
Carrie was awake for a long time before she dared move. She was pretty sure she had the huge bed to herself. The heat that had enveloped her throughout the night had gone.
Eventually she plucked up the courage to slowly roll over and confirm what her instincts were telling her.
Andreas had left the room.
She stared at the indentation on his pillow and was horrified to find tears filling her eyes.
Quickly she averted her gaze to the ceiling and breathed raggedly through her mouth, a hand on her chest, blinking frantically as she fought the tears back.
What had she done?
Oh, dear God, what had she done?
She had slept with him. Not once, but three times.
She had become someone new in his arms. She’d felt like a beautiful butterfly that had emerged from its cocoon for the very first time and found its wings.
Andreas had taken her to paradise but now, with the early morning light streaming through the shutters, paradise seemed as distant as the moon. Now she wanted to find her old cocoon and crawl back inside it.
What was the protocol for dealing with this? Was there a protocol lovers kept to when seeing each other for the first time after making love?
