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“Merde,” he swore, lifting a palm and bracing it on the wall behind her, just beside her head, forming a frame for her body.

“What?” She blinked up at him, her pupils huge, her own sense of discombobulation apparent in the vacant look across her face. It was as though she was trying to make sense of everything she was feeling – her pleasure and his removal, the heat of their lovemaking and the icy cold of the room.

“I forgot protection.”

Her eyes widened as she shifted her gaze downwards, and even then he felt a rush of heat spread through his body, as her eyes devoured his naked frame, landing on his still-throbbing cock.

“Yes,” she whispered quietly. “So we did.”

It was kind of her to include herself in the reprimand, but he blamed only himself.

“I apologise.” Already, his mind was running away with him, panic like a vice at his chest as he envisaged the consequences that might arise from that brief, euphoric coming together. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s okay,” she said softly, lifting her hand to his chest, her fingers splayed wide there.

“It’s not okay. For God’s sake, Isabella, you could be pregnant.”

“No, it’s fine,” she reassured him. “I’m on the pill, have been for years. I take it every day, so there’s really no risk. Well, maybe like zero point zero one per cent or something minuscule, but that’s the case even with a condom,” she reminded him. “You don’t need to worry.”

“You brought the pill with you?”

“I keep it in my handbag,” she said, her lips lifting in a half smile. “And if you always use a condom then I presume we don’t have to worry about anything else. So relax.”

Relax?

He was mollified, but not relaxed. The familiar sense of guilt was squirming through him, making him want to bail on this situation, to walk away from her quickly, just as he’d foreshadowed. That was his usual way of doing things. Pick up a woman in a bar, take her to some nondescript hotel to have sex, then leave. Sometimes, he didn’t even make it to the hotel – the back of his limo or a night club restroom had sufficed, on occasion.

A cloying sense of suffocation was spreading, as the realisation that they were still trapped together fired in his gut. He took a step back, his eyes sweeping her face, her body, committing both to memory. Already he was regretting what they’d done, furious with himself for not having been stronger. But regrets were useless – they served no purpose. What was done was done.

“Wow.” She stared at him, a frown on her face, a look in her features that was perplexed and breath taking. Guilt rumbled through him, and yet one side of his mouth notched upwards, a smile trying to escape.

He lifted a dark brow, watchful, waiting. She shook her head a little, then reached down, grabbing his sweater from the floor and pulling it on over her head, so her hair was wild and unkempt, her lips clean of lipstick but a dark pink regardless.

“Wow,” she said again, with a small shake of her head as she side stepped him and moved back into the kitchen. His mouth went dry as he stared after her, the sight of her in his sweater – falling midway down her thighs – driving desire through him.

He tried to remember his regrets, but already his body was awash with memories, pushing him forward, drawing him to her, so he followed her into the kitchen.

“Now I need a wine,” she muttered. “Or a cigarette,” she joked, with a small shrug.

“You smoke?”

“God, no. I wasn’t serious. I just…” She blinked up at him, bemusement rich in her eyes. “I didn’t expect that.”

Despite the dark emotions crushing through him, he laughed. “You were pretty clear about what you wanted.”

Pink spread through her cheeks. “Oh, I know,” she waved a hand through the air, pulling open the fridge and removing a bottle of wine. He watched as she returned to the table, topping up their glasses, lifting both and bringing his over. “I wanted to have sex with you.” She spoke slowly, as though still making sense of things in her own mind. “I just didn’t expect it would be so…”

He was silent, watchful, retrieving the wine from her hands, waiting for her to continue.

“I mean…wow.”

He got the gist, and had never been one to take a victory lap, so didn’t prompt her for more.

“You have had sex before,” he reminded her drolly, sipping his wine.

“But not like that.”

“Against a wall?”

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