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‘Are they safe?’
His eyes glimmered, the high-voltage smile appearing and causing the expected damage to her nervous system. ‘Not a word that I would use, but they are extremely well behaved, and you are totally safe, always supposing they don’t think you are attacking me.’
‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ she said, moving towards where they both sat like sentinels. ‘What breed are they?’ she asked, holding out her hand.
‘Malinois... Belgian Shepherds, intelligent and smart. They get bored easily and need a lot of stimulation.’
A bit like their master, she thought, wondering how long it would be before Soren was bored with her...maybe he already was?
Tickling one of the animals behind his ear, she pushed the question away, telling herself thatshemight be the one who got bored first.
You keep telling yourself that, Anna, mocked the voice in her head.
‘Good boys,’ she said, smiling as they each licked her hand after sniffing her.
Watching with a half-smile, Soren laid a tea tray on a small table. He clicked his fingers and the dogs padded away and lay down, heads on paws beside the bed.
‘You were sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb you. I had an early morning call. The standby generator, the roof was taken down by a fallen tree, some emergency repairs were required.’ He relayed the situation in a verbal shorthand that gave her the relevant details quickly. ‘It’s up and running now. Apparently the mains electricity won’t be online until later.’ He held her eyes. ‘That was quite a storm last night.’
‘I won’t forget it.’
The way his eyes darkened made her sensitive stomach muscles quiver. He dragged a hand through his dark hair. ‘I need a shower. Help yourself to tea or coffee. I won’t be long.’
‘I need a shower too,’ she called after him.
He stopped, framed in the doorway, his eyes gleaming wickedly. ‘What are you waiting for, then? An invitation?’
She released the tense little breath she’d been holding and, feeling bold and channelling her inner sensual siren, she strode past the dogs and into the bathroom after him.
He was already unbuttoning the shirt. Unable to take her eyes off him, she watched him, the knot of anticipation in the pit of her stomach tightening painfully.
Soren lifted his head and looked at her. ‘You like to watch?’ he purred, dark challenge in his eyes.
‘I like watching you,’ she whispered as the shirt hit the floor. His hands were on the belt at his narrow waist now as he walked towards her, stopping within a couple of inches of her unzipped, and let the jeans slide down his legs. Stepping out of them, he stood there in just his boxers, which did nothing to hide the extremity of his arousal.
She felt the pulse of need in the slick heat between her legs and felt her self-control slipping like sand grains through her fingers. She didn’t try to catch them, welcoming the liberation of giving up control.
She shivered as his eyes locked on hers. She hardly recognised the instincts that had taken control of her, but amid the glorious confusion in her head she knew she’d be safe with Soren, in a very dangerous way.
As he kicked himself free of the boxers she couldn’t stop her eyes dropping. Her inner temperature jumped several mind-numbing degrees as a raw longing slid through her shaking body...
God, yes, she was shaking...
God, he was so beautiful.
‘Now you, I think.’ Leaning over her, making her more conscious than ever of his physical dominance, he took the hem of her nightdress and peeled it over her head in one practised motion.
‘Pretty,’ he said, throwing it over his shoulder. ‘But this...oh, yes...this is very much more...more everything.’
He leaned against a pad on the wall and the shower kicked in; taking her hand, he pulled her with him inside. They stood there face to face, the pulses of water hitting them from all sides drenching them in seconds. None were as powerful as the sensations ripping her apart inside or as sharp as the spiralling excitement that held her in a vice-like grip.
‘Here, let me.’
She saw the bar of soap in his hands, watched him work it to a lather and cover one breast, his fingers gliding over her wet skin as he stroked and massaged, leaning in, one hand braced on the glass wall above her head, so that she kept receiving a tantalising nudge of his erection. She tried to push into him but he held her off.
Then he turned her around. Anna, in a delirium of pleasure, laid her hands flat on the glass wall to stop herself falling as he began to run his shapely hands down her body, massaging and stroking down the length of her back and then her bottom, and—
She gave a broken cry as his hand slid between her legs parting the sensitive folds of flesh. Just when she thought she would die from the pleasure of it he turned her around to face him.
