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This time, the feeling of goodness radiated out through her body.Till she felt it was powerful enough to be an entity in its own right.Magic swirled around their entwined bodies, encapsulating them, imprisoning them, while still being part of them.
She welcomed the slickness between her thighs.The smell, the sweat, the slipperiness that came with sex.Sex as she’d never had before.And knew she’d never have again—unless it was with him.
He only gave her another couple of hours to recover before starting a massage that ended with her writhing.Then he led her back to the shower where he took her from behind before spinning her round and starting all over again, driving her crazy, making her come, until the water finally ran cold.
Seven
With every stepCally’s whole body throbbed, so sensitive, so well used in the last twenty-four hours that she knew she couldn’t take any more—not physically.Certainly not emotionally.She tiptoed to the bathroom, leaving Blake sleeping soundly in the big bed, only partly covered by the white cotton sheet.She wasn’t going to look at him to be tempted either—much.
She was utterly exhausted.Everything seemed to be tilted topsy-turvy and she had to get away—now, or she never would.At least not still in one piece.
She splashed cold water on her face and assessed the situation.She had to concede she was in the presence of a master.Yesterday he’d started it slow, kept it almost like a date, getting her to relax by talking about her business.Then he’d got her warmed up—progressively warmer until she’d been the one to blow on the crackling embers to burst them into flame.
All they’d done since was have sex and then sleep together.Have sex some more and then sleep.Repeat again.Conversation had been minimal.Only sharing the words needed to convey pleasure and desire, need and want.
In the light of day awkwardness had barrelled into the room and was holding her up.Words now were required.And they’d build the barriers she so desperately needed.Because she was vulnerable and raw and weakly just wanted to return to the haven that was his embrace.But it was a false haven.This was meaningless for him—he’d said it from the start: just some fun with no future, no trust necessary.She didn’t like him for that.
But she’d said it too.Just sex?
All too late she realised she couldn’t play that kind of game.So, tempting as it was not to, she had to finish with him here and now.
He was sitting up in bed when she stepped back out of the bathroom.She was glad to see his perfect features bore signs of their night.His jaw was darkened by stubble, his eyes also shadowed—by fatigue.
She attempted breeziness.‘I need to get going.’
He said nothing, just watched her with eyes that burned.
‘I have to…um…’
He slid from the bed and pulled on jeans—didn’t bother with undies or tee shirt.She lost her train of thought.
‘You want some breakfast?’He fastened the buttons on his fly.
Had he even heard her?
‘Before you head home?’
He’d heard her all right.And he wasn’t about to argue.
‘I’ll just get my things.’
She walked out the doors—still open—to the deck by the pool.She tugged on her crumpled jeans—not bothering with the scrappy knickers or the bra hanging on the arm of the chair.She yanked on the tee, stuffed the underwear into her back pocket and hoped she wouldn’t see anyone on the street.
She turned.He was standing across the deck, leaning against the doorway with a mug in his hands, watching her every move.He sipped from the steaming liquid.
She looked around for her shoes and found them under the table.
‘You don’t even want a coffee?’
What was with his host-with-the-most act?Couldn’t he see she was desperate to escape?Before she showed how desperately she wanted back in his arms.Desperately begging for more than he could give—would ever want to give.She had pride to maintain here.
Blake had no idea how to settle her, But he didn’t want her to go yet.And he vainly searched for ways to make her stay a little longer.
‘What about brunch?’It was way past breakfast and frankly he could do with some food.He was getting light-headed.‘I’m good with eggs.’
He saw her nose wrinkle in distaste.‘No, thanks.I really do need to get going.I’ve got some work I need to do.’
He watched as she looked anywhere but at him.Back to that again—denial.
