“I’ll never get enough of you,” he ground out. He set a punishing rhythm, driving into her with force enough to rock the desk. She clung to him, nails digging into his back as he brought her closer to the pinnacle she knew was coming.
“Graham—oh God—”
“That’s it,” he groaned against her ear, holding her tight while he took her. “Come for me. I want to feel you come.”
At that moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer and her orgasm overtook her entire body. She threw her head back, her body shaking as intense pleasure overtook her. He thrust one hard final time before shifting to small pulses as his heart pounded against her through his moan.
For a few minutes, they stayed locked together, his chest pressed to hers. Diana wrapped her arms around his neck, basking in the aftermath of her climax.
But as his breathing steadied, she felt it again—that faint shift in him. His hands lingered on her waist, but there was tension in his shoulders, and something different in his eyes when he finally looked at her. It was some emotion mixed with guilt, perhaps.
Diana kissed him once more, and he signed into the kiss. Perhaps she imagined it. Perhaps she was simply overwrought from the day, from the riding lesson, from the way he’d just taken her on the desk.
She traced his jaw with her fingertips and she did her best to push aside her suspicions. As much as they nagged at her.
Running her hands over his shoulders, she was choosing for now not to press him further. It could very well be nothing. He had been honest with her thus far, and she had no reason to believe otherwise.
He had better not be hiding anything or lying.Because she had already failed to guard her heart and now it belonged to him.
