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She ran her fingers along his length and he shuddered at her touch, the palm of her hand catching his full arousal, stroking his velvet skin, her throat catching as he gasped.‘Patsihonku.’
‘Pardon?’
‘I said to go more slowly.’
‘Why?’
It was perhaps the most provocative of questions, but that was how he made her feel—daring, sexy. But as she slipped over him, her thighs astride his, suddenly she wasn’t so sure. Naked, exposed over him, it was easy to chide herself... easy to reproach the woman he had made her. But as his hands held her hips, as he steadied her as he nudged at her entrance, it was harder to resist the way he made her feel.
Amazing, wanted, desired.
And now...
She could feel him stretch her as he hotly seared in and it made her thighs start to tremble.
The mahogany of his nipple grabbed her attention, a tiny taste, a little bite as his hips moved beneath her and he thrust slowly.
She’d never been so bold but, then, she’d never been with anyone so beautiful.
And he really was.
Her eyes down, she was so ready to play—could see him sliding into her...
Shewantedto tease him.
Wanted to lean forward, to jiggle her nipples over his mouth,knewwhat to do.
‘Annie... ’ His mouth was grabbing at her breasts, his hips thrusting faster into her. ‘We need...’
Her hands, his hands were both fumbling for the drawer, a futile task when he was so deep inside her. She didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to pull out, but he was. His hands pulled her bottom up—his delicious length reluctantly slipping out and pressing against her damp curls. And then it was too late. The beats of her orgasm matched his as he spilled outside her. The heat of his semen, the sight of him as he pulsed beneath her and the groan of her name as he shot over her had Annie sob and ache to collapse onto him, yet she watched.
‘Annie—why now?’
Dark eyes begged a question that in the throes of orgasm Annie didn’t even think to answer—Iosef’s fingers massaging his silken gift into her pliant flesh. ‘Why do you have to do this to me now?’
Chapter 8
Sunlightwas cruel.
In their haste they hadn’t even thought about the curtains and as the morning sun crept across the rumpled room, instead of brightening things, everything seemed to dim. The craziness of last night was not so straightforward in the cold light of day.
‘I have an appointment...’ Leaning over, he picked up his watch from the bedside table. And I am on call tonight.’
‘Sure.’ She tried a wobbly smile, her hand inching across the bed to touch him, then moving back before it reached its destination, knowing somehow that the distance was suddenly too great. Instead she lay there, staring at the ceiling as he headed for the shower, listening to him curse as he shaved and wondering what the hell had suddenly gone wrong.
‘I think you’re the one who needs stitches today.’ She attempted a joke as he came out of the shower, a white towel around his hips and a red blob of tissue on his cheek where he’d cut himself a couple of inches below his eye.
‘Bloody hotel razors!’
Then there was the horrible indignity of having to put back on her torn bridesmaid’s dress and shoes and bundle the rest of her things into a hotel laundry bag—but at least he waited till the car had been brought round before she had to suffer the shame of walking through a hotel reception area at eight a.m. on a Sunday morning dressed in last night’s clothes. She felt sick and tried to read his closed mind as she pulled on her seat belt and sat in silence as he pulled his car out onto the road.
There was a line.
And he’d crossed it.
Comparing what had taken place with Annie with a very brief review of all the women he’d been with, Iosef knewbeyond doubtthat he’d crossed it last night.
They hadn’t just had sex.
