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Show time. She fixed him with a direct stare, her dark eyes latched to his with a silent promise. “Sure.” She stood perfectly still, while he came to stand behind her, his hands at the belt. She’d wrapped it tight around her waist to be sure she wouldn’t have any mishaps on the journey over.
He looped his fingers into the knot and began to weave it free. He undid the waist and then spun her around to face him. Button by button, he loosened it, until he could shake it from her body. When he saw that she was completely naked beneath except for a lace thong, it was his turn to stand stock still.
“Wow is just the word I was thinking,” he remarked, his voice a gravelly husk.
She grinned and shrugged. “Am I being presumptuous?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re being perfect.” He pushed aside the small seed of worry that was forming inside his mind. He didn’t want more than sex with this woman, or any other. Offering herself to him on a platter was ideal.
“You said you wanted to pick up where we left off on the terrace?”
His eyes burned wide before he pulled her to his body. Her hands were on his belt, fumbling with it, pulling it free the instant they connected. She tossed the leather strap across the room then turned her attention to his pants.
His laugh was without humour. “You seem as eager as I am.”
She grinned up at him. “What gave you that impression?”
He stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor, as he lifted her against his body and carried her to the sofa. His bedroom seemed an interminable distance away. He lay her down, so that her hair floated behind her back as a halo of ink.
“You are so beautiful,” he groaned, lowering his mouth to her neck and running his stubbled face over her sensitive skin. Her hands pushed at his shirt, connecting with skin.
She tilted her head back and lifted her feet onto the sofa, giving him unfettered access to her body. He ground his hips against her, promising and teasing, building her anticipation in a way that was almost unbearable.
“I have been waiting for you all day. Dreaming of this moment.” His erection was at her entrance, still teasing, still promising. She dug her nails into his lower back, trying to press him deeper.
He kissed her lips, hard, his mouth assaulting hers with passionate desire. It made it impossible for her cry out with pleasure as he entered her, but she did arch her back and moan, deep in her throat, deeper in her soul. He was enormous. It took her a moment to accommodate his length; to get used to the sensation of just how completely he filled her over-sensitised core. Then, she wrapped her legs around his body, and kissed him back, her tongue duelling with his as his body pounded against her, making waves of pleasure pull her apart from the inside out. His muscular chest slammed against her soft, generous breasts, and his hands pulled through her hair.
He swore as he felt his control slipping. “Too soon.” He shook his head, and kissed her more gently, slowed his tempo.
Jane shook her head. “No.” She pushed at his chest, surprising him enough into breaking contact. She pushed him again, so that he fell back against the sofa, and then she straddled him, taking him instantly back into her heart. His surprise was obvious, and it gave her pleasure. She rocked on her haunches, fast, lifting her body so that she could reclaim him again and again, at her own speed.
He swore, a gruff sound that spoke of his borderline control on his own pleasure. Only she didn’t hear it, for she was screaming into the night air, as her orgasm cascaded through her body, making vital system after vital system shudder in response. She linked her fingers through his and held their arms out to the side as, finally, she shuddered on top of him, her orgasm more intense than she could process. He held her tight as he followed after her, spilling himself into her with a deep, soul-torn growl.
“I spent the day part terrified that you might change your mind,” he said against her neck, running his tongue from her earlobe to her décolletage.
“Why would you think that?” She asked, unwilling to break their connection. He filled her so completely that the idea of pulling apart left her with a pre-emptive sense of emptiness.
He shrugged. “Because you seemed hesitant to accept my offer.”
She pressed her lips together, hoping her heart would slow back to its usual tempo soon.
“That’s because you’re very intense.” She grinned. “That, and I suspect you can be a bit of a bastard.”
He pulled a face rich with mock offense. “How can you say such a thing?”
“The first time I met you, you were on a date and you seduced me to prove a point to your father. The second time I saw you, you were on another date, and you offered me money for sex.”
He nodded slowly, his eyes hooded as they regarded her. “Same woman.” As though that made a difference. “Couldn’t you say instead that you make me behave in a way that is out of character?”
She shrugged, and slowly eased herself away from him. “You could,” she nodded, standing and surveying the apartment. She realised she was still wearing her heels. “But I don’t think that’s accurate. I think this is you, true to form.”
He was silently appraising her, so she walked away from him, back towards the front door. “Where is your bathroom?”
He furrowed his brow. “Down the corridor, on the left.”
“Thanks.” She grabbed her bag and moved, with an exaggerated swagger, the way he’d indicated.
The bathroom was every bit as stunning as she’d expected. Fit for a Queen, the décor was contemporary, yet timelessly stylish. She splashed some water on her face and freshened up, wincing a little as muscles she hadn’t used in a long time made a small ache of complaint. She pulled on fresh underwear and a simple dress, then left the bag against the bath. She padded out to him in bare feet, completely oblivious to the effect her appearance had on him. He watched her surreptitiously, his gaze drawn, his expression inscrutable.
