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‘But we’re in the powder room. We can’t,’ she shouted, frantic and afraid and already so turned on she was sure she was about to explode.
This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be happening. She’d never made love in a public place before. ‘We can’t, anyone could walk in,’ she said, her voice rising in panic as he pushed her bra up.
‘Don’t worry, no one messes with Mrs G,’ he said, weighing her breast in his palm.
‘But what if Mrs Gildenstern dies of a heart attack?’ she blurted out, her voice rising in panic as his fingers played havoc. ‘What if the fire alarm goes off? What if the SAS storms the building?’
He fastened hot lips on her nipple, suckled strongly. She choked out a sob as he teased and bit the engorged peak—and every single coherent thought flew right out of her head.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, held on as her head bumped the mirror and she gave herself up to the fireball of sensations.
He lifted her panting onto the vanity unit, brushed his hands up her legs under the billowing satin and plunged his fingers into the heart of her.
‘I want you, Daisy. More than I’ve ever wanted any woman.’ He stroked the slick folds of her sex as she bucked against his hand. Then his lips took hers in a kiss so passionate, she could taste his vicious arousal matching her own.
She stared dumbly, her body trembling with need as he pulled the condom out of his breast pocket with unsteady fingers and freed himself from his trousers.
She whimpered as he held her hips, pushed her panties to one side and entered her in one long, relentless thrust. As she clung to him all her thoughts, all her feelings, centred on the exquisite joy pulsating through her. She rode on the crest for an eternity as his powerful strokes took him deeper. She heard his low groan, felt his shoulders stiffen as she took that last wild leap into oblivion.
Her fingers trembled on the damp curls at his nape, her senses spinning as she listened to the ragged pants of their breathing and her thundering heartbeat, the sounds harsh and uncivilised against the soft strains of music from the ballroom beyond.
He lifted his head and his eyes met hers—determination making the deep blue of his irises glow with purpose.
‘This isn’t over. Not yet.’ His hands stroked her thighs, squeezed. ‘You know that, right?’
She could hear the urgency in his voice, the yearning, and her heart swelled with hope. ‘I know,’ she whispered.
She felt herself plunging into the chasm—but knew she wasn’t falling in love any more, she’d fallen.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DAISY slept fitfully on the flight home, despite the flat bed, the world-class service and the fact that she was physically and mentally exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster ride her life had somehow become. She couldn’t even get a good firm grip on all the ‘what ifs’ whirring about in her mind, let alone answer any of them.
What if she told him she loved him and he looked angry? What if she told him and he looked bored? What if he thought she was delusional? What if she was?
She resigned herself to the fact that whatever happened she would have to tell him, because the ‘what ifs’ would drive her completely doolally if she didn’t. And then she started stressing over the ‘When’. Eventually she fell asleep over Nova Scotia, Connor’s hand resting on her hip, knowing that when she got home she would have to face one of the toughest conversations of her life. But she promised herself, whatever happened, she would not wimp out—and she wouldn’t let Connor wimp out either. He was going to have to come up with something a bit more substantial than, ‘Not Yet’.
‘Wake up, angel. We’re home.’
The minute he’d said the H word, Connor felt the little spurt of panic.
Don’t be an idiot, it’s an expression. It doesn’t mean a thing.
He shook Daisy again, leaned down to kiss her cheek. Her lids fluttered open, her eyes fixing on his face. He felt the twist in his chest as he stared into the mermaid green, and the spurt got worse.
Why couldn’t he let her go?
He’d been awake during the whole of their transatlantic flight, her lush body curled up next to his, trying to figure it out. She hadn’t gone the route of most females and tried to pin him down. That had to be it. As soon as she did the honeymoon period would be over. But a moment ago, when the car had pulled up at the house in Portobello, and he’d turned to see Daisy by his side, he’d begun to wonder if he wasn’t in serious trouble. She’d snuck under his guard somehow—and he didn’t like it.
‘Mmm…’ She stretched, giving him a peek of the purple lace of her bra through the buttonholes of her blouse. He felt the familiar punch of lust.
And why did he still want her? All the damn time? Had she put some kind of spell on him?
‘Are we home?’ she asked around a jaw-breaking yawn.
And there was that H word again. He didn’t like it.
‘Yeah.’ He pushed back, stepped out of the limo. Maybe he needed to get away from her for a while, take a time-out. But even as he thought of letting her go, even for just one night, her hand clasped his as she stepped out of the car and he knew he couldn’t do it. The spurt became a flood.
