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She laughed as he explored the top swell of her buttocks.
‘Talk is cheap,’ she said, stretching up to clasp her hands around his neck, the sinuous movement torturing him. ‘I think now action is required.’
He chuckled and pulled her towards him. Slanting his lips across hers, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, giving her the kiss he’d been wanting to give her ever since he’d spotted her in his living room.
It took them less than ten seconds to make it to the nearest bedroom, and only a few seconds more to tear each other’s clothes off.
He dragged her onto the bed, rejoicing as he slid his fingers into hot swollen flesh and found her wet and ready.
‘Damn. Condoms,’ he snarled, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep a stranglehold on the need to bury himself inside her.
‘I’ll get them. Where are they?’ she gasped.
‘Bedside table.’
He gave a rough chuckle as she grabbed the protection out of the drawer, obviously as eager as he to consummate the passion that had been building for over a week.
After enduring the exquisite torture while she rolled the latex on with frantic fingers, he gripped her hips and forced her to straddle him. She choked out a sob as she impaled herself on his powerful erection. He delved into the curls at her core and found her clitoris, making her cry out as she rode them both to completion. The tight clasp of her body shot him over the edge in record time as heat exploded in his groin.
Her panting breaths brushed his cheek as she collapsed on top of him, the aftershocks of the brutal climax rippling through his body. His hands skimmed up her back, the musty scents of sex and sweat mingling with the flowery spice of her.
He tucked her hair behind her ear, kissed the lobe as her unsteady breathing slowed.
‘It’s good to have you back,’ he whispered.
He felt the instinctive clench of her body on the still firm erection.
‘It’s good to be back,’ she murmured, her voice groggy with exhaustion.
As she relaxed into sleep, he held her on top of him, prolonging the intimate connection between them a few moments more, and made a promise to himself.
However long it took to work this thing they had together out of their systems, he’d make sure he was careful with her—especially when it was time to let her go.
Maddy awoke with a jolt, her body stiff. Heat pumped off Rye like a furnace and she realised she still lay on top of him, her cheek glued to his chest. She shifted over.
The tingle of shame made it hard for her to give in to sleep as she curled away from him. She should have told him she’d fallen in love with him. Why hadn’t she told him?
He grunted, his hand circling her waist as he hauled her back into the curve of his body. ‘‘Sbetter,’ he murmured, his nose buried in her hair.
She lay in his arms, happy to be held, the guilt and recriminations fading as she listened to his breathing even back into sleep.
She’d have to tell him eventually. She knew that. But why tell him now? And make things even more complicated than they already were. He hadn’t made any commitments—but then neither had she. They were still feeling their way, investigating what they really had together.
She loved him. But did she really know what that meant? Or whether it would last? Maybe her love for Rye was as fickle as her parents’ love for each other had been, based on sexual chemistry and little more. Spending time with him in his real life would help answer those questions.
But, even as she drifted off to sleep, trying to remain sensible, her heart skipped at the tantalising prospect that what Rye had told her—about missing her, about being scared too and about not being casual about their affair any more—meant he was falling for her too.
CHAPTER TWENTY
‘WAKE up, sleepy-head.’
The smell of pine forests and spicy aftershave beckoned Maddy from a deep, dreamless sleep. She stretched, and sighed as Rye’s handsome face came into focus.
Then frowned. ‘You’re dressed?’ she murmured, her voice rough with sleep as she took in the pristine white shirt, the maroon silk tie draped round his neck and the sheen of water in his slicked back hair.
His lips curved into a sexy smile and her heart galloped into her throat. ‘It’s almost midday.’ He straightened and flipped up his collar, looped his tie underneath. ‘I have a meeting in about …’ he glanced at the pricey watch on his wrist. The sterling silver timepiece was one she didn’t recognise. ‘Damn. Ten minutes.’
She pushed up on her elbows, tucked the sheet under her armpits. ‘I’m sorry; you should have woken me.’
