‘Megan, I’m so sorry...’
‘It’s all right. I know where you’ve been.’
‘I got back as soon as I could.’ Just this one look at her was enough. He’d go back to his bungalow and dream of her all night.
She reached out, hooking her finger into the front of his shirt. ‘Come here.’
‘I’m all wet...’ He didn’t dare touch her. She was far too perfect.
‘Then take it off.’ She banged the door closed behind him.
The room was neat and tidy, as it always was, illuminated by the soft light of the candle. Jaye kicked his boots off, trying not to get mud on the floor.
‘Megan, I...’ She laid her finger across his lips. Then she curled her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. Jaye gasped, aching to touch her but aware that his hands would leave smudges all over her blouse.
‘I don’t care, Jaye. You’ve done a hard day’s work, but now you’re here.’
‘You’ll take me like this?’
‘This is just the way I want you.’
He gave in. Pulling her close, he kissed her, feeling her soft warmth radiating through him. She dragged his shirt from his shoulders, dropping it onto the floor. Then she led him through to the bedroom, switching on a lamp beside the bed and opening the door to the tiny shower room.
After making quick work of their clothes, Jaye soon discovered that although soap and warmish water were unlikely aphrodisiacs, Megan made them work. He revelled in her touch as she washed him clean, crushed up against him in the cramped space. Jaye towelled her dry, then picked her up, carrying her the few steps over to the bed.
‘Mosquito net...’ She grabbed at the net and missed it. Jaye settled her onto the bed, pulling the fabric down around it. Their own small refuge, which provided everything he needed and wanted.
‘You are so beautiful...’ He sat opposite her on the bed, kissing the tips of her fingers, one by one.
She smiled up at him. ‘It’s taken us a while to get here.’
‘It was worth the wait. Every moment of it.’
* * *
She liked it that he was a little shy, a little hesitant when he first touched her. As if the man beneath all the trappings of his position and wealth didn’t take it for granted that she might want him.
Telling him how much she did want him, feeling his body respond to her words, was the most exquisite pleasure. And when he did touch her, he knew exactly what to do.
‘Closer....’ He whispered the word, his arm curled tight around her waist as he gripped her ankle, pulling it behind him. Tangled together, each caress thrilling through her body.
And then closer still. Pulled into his embrace, moulded against his strong frame. Still face to face, their arms and legs wrapped around each other. Jaye took every moment, fashioning it into something special.
‘Closer, Jaye.’ The one thing she wanted now was to have him inside her. She reached for the condoms she’d tucked under her pillow and pressed one into his hand.
No fuss, just a slight pulling away, which meant nothing because their gazes were still locked together in an unbreakable embrace. Then he leaned back against the head of the bed, lifting her onto his lap. Trapped again in his arms, all she could do was feel, as he slid gently inside her, smothering her gasps with kisses.
‘Comfortable?’ Jaye was a tender lover, and it was no surprise that he hadn’t left his manners behind, tangled with his clothes on the floor. His gaze was always on her face, every caress guided by her reactions.
‘Very...’ She gasped the word and he smil
ed.
‘Move for me. Show me all the things you want...’
No man had ever treated her like this, made her feel as if everything he did was for her. It was overwhelming, and Megan was dimly aware that he’d taken something from her. His tenderness, his attentiveness to her needs had ripped away her self-control.
She moved against him, feeling the warm sensation tingle through her veins. When he touched her again, she began to tremble.