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Drawing his palms down her sides, he moved down the bed, his lips capturing her nipple.
She gasped as his teeth tugged and teased the swollen peak. She writhed, sinking her hands into his hair as his mouth moved lower, his tongue circling her be
lly-button. The rough, torturous strokes had her breath lodging in her throat and her skin burning hot.
But then he moved lower still, his head no longer within range of her grasping fingers. Pushing her thighs gently apart, he cupped her bottom and placed his mouth on her core.
Juno jerked in shock at the intimate caress. Fire rocketed through her, her body pulsing with a need so fierce she thought she might faint. ‘I can’t think,’ she cried.
His palms rested warm on her thighs as he smiled up at her. ‘There’s no need to think,’ he said. ‘Just let go.’
His lips were on her again, branding the heated flesh. She squirmed and struggled against the exquisite torture, but he held her in place, and completely open to him, as his tongue probed and ravished. The shocking sensations sent her senses spinning as the vicious spirals coiled at her core.
‘I can’t. It’s too much. Please stop,’ she moaned.
But he didn’t stop, his tongue, his lips, his mouth, crucifying her on an altar of ecstasy as she soared over that impossible peak. Her back arched as she sobbed out her release, then collapsed shaking onto the pillows.
She still shivered moments later, shuddering with the aftershocks of the vicious climax when she opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her, his body poised above her.
‘That was beautiful to watch, Juno.’
And unbearably arousing, Mac thought as his erection throbbed against the soft skin of her thigh.
Her face coloured a dark and vivid pink.
‘Don’t…’ He stroked a hand down her cheek as she tried to look away. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. You’re incredible, the way you respond. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.’
‘I know, it’s just…’ She gave a shy smile, which had his heart flip-flopping. ‘I can’t believe…I’ve never done that before.’
The amazement, the astonishment in her voice had the brutal ache in his groin twisting harder. He touched his forehead to hers, tried to slow his breathing. He wanted, desperately, to bury himself inside her, to pound away until he’d slaked himself. But, more than that, he didn’t want to hurt her. ‘Let’s wait a minute now.’
‘Why? I don’t want to wait,’ she said.
He cursed quietly, his control faltering. Why indeed?
‘All right, then.’ He gripped her hips, settled between her thighs and pressed into the slick folds. He heard her breath catch in shock at the fullness of the penetration. He could give her only a few agonising seconds to adjust before he had to move, the tight clasp of her body torturing him. Her fingers grasped the back of his neck and the last thin thread on his control broke. He thrust into her, again and again, spurred on by the pulsing grip of her orgasm.
His own vicious climax roared through him as her shocked sobs of release echoed in his ear. Totally spent, he collapsed on top of her.
‘Mac, my leg’s gone numb.’
The softly spoken plea yanked Mac back to complete consciousness.
‘Damn, sorry.’ He lifted off her, flopped on to his back and covered his eyes with his arm. Bitterly annoyed with himself.
He supposed he owed her an apology. He’d taken her like a madman.
To think he’d been up half the night, deciding on a course of action, and he’d blown it already.
All during the flight he’d been brutally aware of her sleeping beside him. He’d made himself work to keep from touching her. Not that he’d got much done, with his ears tuned to every small movement or sound she made. It was madness.
When he’d carried her to the guest bed at four in the morning, he’d been so desperate to wake her and make love to her, he’d forced himself to leave her be.
Surely he could do without her for one night? Show some restraint. She was exhausted and so was he, and, anyway, she was here for two whole weeks. What was the rush?
He’d managed to grab a few hours’ sleep in his own bed. But he’d woken up fully aroused all the same. A six-mile jog and a swim in the freezing cold Pacific Ocean—and still the need hadn’t gone away.
When he’d seen her on the terrace, that letterbox-red dress hugging her curves and her eyes alight with surprised arousal, he’d stood to attention with no effort at all. Like a boy of thirteen instead of a man in his thirties.
