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She sobbed, the sound echoing back at her off the room’s hard, designer surfaces. Then he fastened his lips on her swollen clitoris and sucked. She screamed. Soaring straight into the cosmos.
The orgasm slammed into her, radiating out through her belly, her breasts, her fingers and toes. She collapsed back on the bed as he stood above her. He grabbed the foil packet, ripped it with his teeth, rolled on the condom, then sat on the bed and hauled her up, to straddle his lap.
She held onto his shoulders as his hands cupped her buttocks and positioned her over the huge erection.
‘I want to be inside you, Gina.’ The naked need in his eyes matched the strain in his voice, the tendons standing out on his neck, and sweat slicking his brow. But still he held her poised above him, and made no move to take her. ‘Don’t make us wait any longer.’
She impaled herself in one smooth stroke—the staggering fullness making her head snap back, her fingers clutch at his shoulders. And then she began to move. Rising up, sinking back, the intimate stroking touching that place deep inside that only he had ever reached.
‘That feels so damn good,’ he coaxed, urging her on, guiding her movements, the wild ride racing them both towards oblivion.
She cried out, her nails digging into muscle, her breathing ragged, the exquisite pleasure becoming too close to pain as she hurtled over—with him this time.
* * *
Gina let the blissful fatigue of afterglow wash over her as she collapsed on top of his big body.
Carter Price hadn’t been boasting. He’d certainly perfected his technique since their first merry meeting, not to mention his stamina.
‘Damn, woman. That was something else,’ he murmured as he swept the curtain of her hair away from his face, and kissed her.
‘Hmm,’ she hummed in agreement, rolling off him.
She let out a weary laugh at his heartfelt moan as she crawled up the bed, her arms and legs more than a little shaky.
‘Hey, come back here,’ he declared, as he hauled himself up. ‘Where are you going?’
‘Nowhere at the moment,’ she replied as she flopped back onto the pillows, her whole body pleasantly numb. ‘You’ve rendered me senseless.’
‘Then we’re even.’
She lay back on the stack of plump pillows, gazed out of the glass wall, and tracked the tiny lights of the tourist boats plying their trade across the bay. How foolish to think that this had ever been about anything other than sex.
Carter joined her, dragging the quilt folded over the foot of the bed up to cover them, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders to draw her to his side.
She would have objected to the possessive gesture. She generally didn’t snuggle after sex. But she let it pass for now, because she wasn’t entirely sure she was capable of coordinated movement. And he smelt delicious.
She rested her head on his shoulder as his arm tightened. And took in a lungful of that unique scent. Soap and pheromones and man, now layered with the tangy aroma of sex. She squeezed her thighs together, a little disturbed by the renewed pulse of arousal.
No way. She couldn’t have another orgasm tonight. Or she’d pass out. Plus she needed to consider leaving soon.
His fingers delved into her hair, lifting and separating the strands and making her scalp tingle. ‘So now we’ve got proof,’ he murmured, the words low and intimate in the dark room.
‘Proof of what?’ she asked, around a huge yawn.
‘Proof our first time was no fluke.’
She stiffened, not liking where this might be leading. Or the confidential tone of his voice. ‘It wasn’t my first time, remember,’ she said. ‘It was yours.’
/> His hand stilled on the back of her head. ‘Why are you so hung up about that?’
She tapped her fingers on his chest. ‘Hung up about what?’
‘You know what. That you were my first.’
‘That’s ridiculous, of course I’m not,’ she said, but could hear that telltale hitch in her breathing. Damn, why couldn’t she lie around Carter with any conviction? It was as if he had injected her with truth serum.
He remained silent for a while, making her wonder if maybe she’d got away with it, but then he said, ‘It wasn’t that big a deal back then, and it sure isn’t any kind of deal now.’
