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Their eyes connected, his navy with passion, and the moment stretched until it snapped and he caught her by the waist, lifting her up as he slid hard into her. Anna wrapped her legs around his waist and let him take her to some place inside herself, some place deep and hot she’d never even dreamt existed.
As she stepped out of the shower her legs felt so weak he had to support her. Picking up one of a stack of towels, he tenderly dried her off.
‘I didn’t do anything for you,’ she whispered.
His laugh was deep and warm. ‘You do everything for me,cara, but, if it makes you feel any better, next time it’s your turn.’
‘So there will be a next time?’
Her smile faded as she watched an odd expression drift across his face, robbing his eyes of warmth.
‘Perhaps we should...slow things down a bit?’
Her smile froze as the hand she had lifted to his face fell away. ‘Slow...?’ she repeated. The word still didn’t make sense.
‘Get to know one another.’
Anger, hurt and self-disgust rushed into her head, making it spin.
He had set out to use her and she had let him.
Last night for him had been just sex and that was all he wanted, and it turned out the sex wasn’t even interesting enough by his high standards to want more. She was just a boring little virgin.
‘Anna, this is not—’
‘Personal... Oh, I know.’ She took a deep breath, pinned on a brilliant smile as her deep hidden fears rose up to mock her: she was not a lovable person. Only they weren’t irrational fears after all. It was true.
‘This is not about you, it’s me...’ he said between clenched teeth. ‘There are things—’
‘Wow, that issooriginal,’ she drawled with mock admiration as she cinched the towel so tight across her breast that it hurt. ‘You know, I would admire you more if you were simply straight with me... No, it’s fine,’ she tacked on, mirroring his step forward with two hasty ones back. If he touched her she would forget her pride, what there was of it, and make a fool of herself. ‘And you’re right—let’s keep this professional. You’re paying my wages. We shouldn’t be sleeping together.’ She could come out of this with her pride intact, if not her heart.
‘This has nothing to do with work.’ He hated seeing her hurt, hated being responsible for it, because he had been too impatient to wait.
Wait for what, Soren? It’s not as if you wanted a deep and meaningful relationship—you wanted sex, you got it.
She arched a brow. ‘No...?’
What could he say to her—that he’d set out to use her? That he’d let his own need outweigh every consideration, her inexperience? He’d been so blinded by lust that he’d almost forgotten to use protection and she was so inexperienced she’d not even registered the fact. At least he didn’t have that on his conscience—if he hadn’t looked after her, he would never have forgiven himself.
He wasn’t going to tell her any of that, or that he’d believed the worst of her. That in itself seemed ludicrous at this point.
The only lies had been his and...Dio, he really had laid the foundations of this mess, and as for truth setting him free?
Not on this occasion.
Last night had been the moment for truth or restraint and he had taken the third path, and now the truth would cause more damage than silence... If he told her now he would be the monster, not Henry.
Why should he care what she thought?
But he did!
The irony of this situation was not lost on Soren. For the first time in his life he was thinking of somethingbeyondcasual sex; he was in virgin territory, quite literally, and he was pushing the woman he wanted more from away.
How much more he didn’t know—he was the one who felt like a virgin.
It was a situation of his own making; he had known there would be consequences, and there were. Consequences to sleeping with her without telling her the truth. She had slept with the person she thought he was; the reality was something different. Last night he just hadn’t been able to resist her; the way she made him feel bypassed all logic.
Her beautiful face was closed off and hard. ‘Right, I’m late for work. I don’t want to make the boss mad. Late on my first day not a good look.’
