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‘Talking never seems to clear the air between us,’ he pointed out thickly, moving towards her with effortless elegance and tipping her backwards onto the bed.
He came down on top of her, confident and fully in control, and she realised helplessly that he was fighting the battle with the strongest weapon in his armoury. His ability to excite her to a state of mindless desperation.
And he was winning. Despite all her reservations about the future, the truth was that this was now, and she wanted him so much.
Suddenly losing her natural shyness, she stroked her fingers through the curling hair on his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles. He was just so strong. Her breathing jerky, she followed the line of silky dark hair with the tips of her fingers, pausing as it vanished into the waistband of his trousers. She felt him suck in a breath and realised that for once he seemed uncertain.
With a smile that was pure female seduction, she dealt with the rest of his clothing, and if it wasn’t done with quite the finesse he’d managed, neither of them seemed to notice.
Certainly not Jago, whose shocked exclamation had turned to a groan of earthy satisfaction as she explored him with incredible intimacy. Aware of the reaction of his body, she drove him wild with her mouth and tongue until he dragged her away from him with a rough groan.
He looked at her with a glazed expression and she derived considerable satisfaction from the look of stunned amazement on his handsome face. He looked positively shell-shocked. Feeling immensely satisfied that she’d finally managed to make him lose control, she leaned forward to kiss him and he caught her in lean, strong hands and moved her so that she was straddling him.
Still breathing heavily, he slid her flimsy dress up to her hips and moved the dampened silk of her panties to one side with lean fingers.
Shocked by the revelation that he didn’t even intend to undress her, Katy trembled with anticipation, a gasp of helpless excitement wrenched from her as she felt him position her to receive him.
She felt the silken throb of his erection against her and then her eyes flew wide as he slid into her, hard and strong, holding her writhing hips still as he ground deep inside her.
Cheeks flushed, lips parted, Katy moaned as she felt him move, unbelievably aroused by the force of his possession.
It was over quickly, both of them reaching a climax of such unbelievable intensity that they clung together for endless moments before Jago smoothed her tangled blonde hair away from her face and snuggled her in his arms.
She closed her eyes in disbelief, hardly knowing herself.
‘You’ve never done that before,’ he said softly, shifting slightly so that she was forced to look at him. ‘You were always much too shy.’
She knew it was true and felt hot colour touch her cheeks. Somehow making love with Jago felt different now that she was older.
At eighteen she’d been hideously self-conscious and gauche and she was only now beginning to realise how careful he’d been with her, how much he must have been holding back. Their love-making had possessed none of the wildness that he’d displayed in the last twenty-four hours.
He touched her cheek with gentle fingers, his expression thoughtful. ‘We will be checking out tomorrow,’ he told her. ‘We’re visiting my family.’
She stilled in his arms. His family?
Jago always avoided questions about his family and she knew better than to ask.
Why was he taking her to meet them?
And why was she excited at the prospect?
This wasn’t what she wanted, was it? Whatever she felt for him, she didn’t want to renew her relationship with Jago.
She closed her eyes tightly, knowing that she should send him back to his room and go straight home to England without meeting his family.
But how could she when she was loving every minute of their time together?
Why shouldn’t she just enjoy herself for now? Why shouldn’t she just make the most of this time in Spain, she reasoned, ignoring the tiny voice in her head that warned her this wasn’t real.
She’d have plenty of time to face reality when they returned to England.
They left the following afternoon, immediately after the last lecture.
Having cleared her room and packed, Katy made her way to the foyer of the hotel, intending to check out before going with Jago.
The hotel manager met her at the marble reception desk. ‘Everything has been taken care of,’ he said in heavily accented English.
Katy stared at him in confusion. What did he mean—taken care of? How could her bill have been taken care of?
