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Anticipation shivered through her as she too exhaled. ‘Please,’ she whispered, too far gone to contemplate the consequences of that one, betraying word.
Flames burst to life in his eyes, sending out a loud warning that she might not be the same once he was done accepting the invitation she’d issued.
‘Be sure, Lauren,’ he added, as if he’d divined the inner caution.
In answer, and because her roiling senses had deprived her of speech, she draped her arms around his neck, then lowered her head until their lips were less than an inch apart.
The invitation was clear. Unequivocal.
He seized it.
The hands she’d craved clutched at her hips, digging in and branding her and holding her in place. At the same time, he surged up and captured her mouth with his in a deep ravishing that had her moaning with pleasure.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tangling briefly with hers before he nipped at her bottom lip. Her tiny cry drew an animalistic groan from his throat. Then he was swirling his tongue over the delicious hurt, creating whirlpools of desire that swiftly turned into ravenous cyclones. Her fingers tunnelled into his wet hair, gripping tight as she strained closer.
Her breasts pressed into his chest, the diamond-hard tips causing decadent friction that intensified the flames leaping through her blood. Between her legs, damp heat mounted, her clitoris plumping in needy longing.
Again and again, he nipped and licked and devoured.
Again and again, she shuddered in delight, her senses soaring. She’d lost sense of time when he raised his head, pulling back a fraction.
A whimper escaped her. ‘More,’ she pleaded. Drunk on desire. Drunk on him.
For an eternity, his gaze drilled into hers, seeking something she couldn’t quite name. After another eternity, he dragged her arms from his neck and planted them on the rock.
‘Don’t move,’ he commanded.
She was about to protest the distance between them, her breath strangled when he surged forward, his mouth locating the pulse throbbing at her throat. Another helpless cry fell from her lips, echoing over the water before surging back into her. Her vision grew hazy, delight dancing through her.
Languidly, he explored her pulse, basking in the furious desire he’d created in her.
His fingers moved to her bra strap. Still trailing his lips over her skin, he lowered one, then the other. Firm lips brushed her collarbone and a deep sigh escaped her.
She’d missed this.
Missedhim.
This mindless pleasure only he had been able to invoke in her. It dawned on her then that the reason she hadn’t been able to commit to the few relationships she’d tried out was because they’d never come close to what she’d experienced with Tahir. Neither time nor experience had brought the sort of exhilarating combustion just being in Tahir’s presence had provoked. And so, she’d given up even before it’d started...
For one heart-thumping moment the power of that realisation threatened to wrench her from the euphoria engulfing her. But then his masterful lips trailed lower, over the crest of her breast, and she was lost. In sensation. In stomach-clenching anticipation as he dropped kisses over her flesh, everywhere but where she needed him most. The hard peak furled tighter as she clenched her fingers in his hair, urging him to her nipple.
It was only because her rapt gaze was fixed on him that she caught his fleeting, wicked smile. But his face grew serious again, the hard edge of arousal making him even more breathtaking. Making her insides melt with disgraceful ease.
She was watching him when those lips closed over one rosy peak. He boldly suckled her, swirled his tongue in decadent flickers that arrowed sensation straight between her legs.
Lauren gave herself up to the pleasure, panting when, after mindless minutes, he firmly urged her backwards to lie flat on the stone.
Brooding eyes skimmed greedily over her, setting off further fireworks wherever it touched.
‘You look like the most decadent sacrifice,habibti.’
She wanted to ask if such a sacrifice was worthy to erase the turbulent episode of their past.
But desire and emotion she wasn’t willing to name clogged her throat. Perhaps that was a good thing because she didn’t want to ruin this moment. Didn’t want to halt this incredible experience that might very well be her last.
Right now, Lauren was fully intent on being selfish. On not allowing thoughts of Matt or her parents to impinge on this moment.
She took it without shame or rancour. Because it was possible this might be what she needed to move on. To form better relationships in the future.
