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This felt like more familiar territory.

No inconvenient, searching questions about what he’d felt when he’d seen her touching that boy’s face, her expression both amused and curious.

He skimmed her thigh under the silky material and heard her soft intake of breath.

When she pointed to the driver in the front, Javier grinned and mouthed that he couldn’t see what they were up to.

He slid his hand under her panties and her eyes widened as he began to nudge against her wetness with his knuckles.

‘What shall we do when we get back to my villa?’ he drawled as he carried on sending her thoughts scattering to the four winds with his rhythmic, sensuous touching.

‘Javier…’

‘Maybe watch some riveting television? In Spanish? Nothing with too demanding a plot?’

He slid two fingers into her and watched as she leaned back against the leather seat, her eyelids fluttering, her chest rising and falling as her breathing got faster and faster.

He’d never felt so satisfied in his life.

He would be the only man in her head right now and he liked that thought very much.

The trip back to his villa was short, even with the driver taking it very slowly. She must have known that as well because she came against his fingers fast and in silence. He felt the little shuddering spasms and was slipping his fingers out and patting her gently on her thigh just as the driver pulled through the imposing gates and up the drive to his villa.

‘To be continued,’ he murmured, dropping a kiss lightly on her mouth before stepping out of the car, looking for all the world as though nothing had happened just minutes earlier.

* * *

They made it through the front door in a hurry. Hope was still on fire for him. She’d climaxed but she wanted more, wanted to feel his hardness inside her, wanted the deep, satisfying orgasm that could only come from that experience.

He swept her off her feet before she had time to climb out of the ivory gown but as soon as they were in the bedroom, with the moonlight pouring through the sheets of glass that separated them from the glorious spread of trees and cliff and sea outside, he slowed down.

He kissed her, cupping the back of her neck, in a long, searching kiss. He took his time removing her clothes, which were in a state of disarray.

He unzipped her dress and slid it off her body to land in a puddle at her feet. Then he knelt so that he could draw her dampened panties off. He breathed in the musky scent of her, gently parted her thighs so that he could delicately taste her clitoris, which was still throbbing from the orgasm that had earlier shook her to the core.

Hope shivered and moaned softly at the sight of his dark head moving between her thighs. She curled her fingers into his thick hair but this time she was in control of her body, only pausing to reach and unhook her bra so that she could feel the cool air on her breasts, stiffening her nipples.

As Hope tugged him up to standing, she unzipped his trousers. She reached inside to clasp his hardness, then pulled down his boxers, which caught momentarily on his massive erection.

She pushed him towards the bed, her hand flat on his chest, and devoted time to teasing him as he had teased her. She licked and flicked her tongue across his shaft, then sucked the pulsing head of his erection. When he finally begged her to stop, she straddled him and settled on top of him.

She was going to be in control of the reins this time. She moved against him confidently, riding him and feeling him inside her. He held her bottom so that their bodies could move completely in tune with one another.

The crescendo built as she moved faster. She braced herself with her hands on either side of him, her breasts tantalisingly close to his mouth.

She enjoyed the feel of him and the sight of him. She loved watching him like this, his eyes closed, his nostrils flared, mouth open as sensation replaced his usual self-control.

Just for a while, she was powerful and in charge, and there was no room for the little voice inside her that had started to ask what happened next. The voice that kept telling her she might just be out of her depth…

They came together, bodies arching and stiffening. When she finally collapsed onto him, she was spent.

She lay with her eyes closed, her arm draped across her face, and thought about him and about all her misconceptions of the man he had turned out to be. Someone funny, intelligent. If he had a blind spot as far as his brother was concerned, then that was the cruel trick personal tragedy had played on him. Because everything else about him was fair, decent and…and lovable.

Every look he gave her, every word he spoke… The very essence of him had pulled her in and now, in the stillness of the room, she began to perspire as the sequence of thoughts she had been putting off finally took shape in her head.

She was in love with him.

She’d trusted the lessons she had learnt over time to protect her heart. She’d been a fool and now… What happened next?