‘It’s not really my thing.’ Oh, dear. Her voice sounded so prim—and she definitely wasn’t that. She forced a smile to lessen the impact. ‘But I dare say most of the women you, um, bring back here...’
A small line formed between his brows when he frowned, and she stared at it, fascinated. But she didn’t want to talk about his ex-lovers, nor to really even think about them. They were irrelevant.
‘Actually, I don’t bring women to my home.’
She blinked at him, surprised and, she hated to admit it, a little flattered. ‘Why not?’
‘Because they either have homes of their own, or hotel rooms, or because I’m travelling myself.’ He lifted his shoulders. ‘These circumstances are quite rare.’
‘I can rent a hotel room,’ she said immediately, pride firing to life. ‘That was always my plan, if you were to agree—’
‘It makes no sense.’ He waved aside the offer. ‘My place is big enough to share.’
Her heart skipped a beat. Share. Why did that word sound so...romantic? She pushed the word aside. Romance had nothing to do with it. This was a week of sexploration and nothing more. To prove her point, she closed the distance between them completely, pressing her naked breasts to his chest, moving her hips slightly beneath the water. His only response was a slight dilation of his pupils, and a hardening of his cock against her belly. She dug her nails into his shoulder a little, need flashing white-hot through her.
‘And I won’t stay long,’ she said quietly, still not ruling out the idea of leaving for a hotel the next day.
He lifted his shoulders. ‘I work long hours.’ His hands moved from her bottom, one straying to her hip, the other finding the sensitive flesh of her sex and exploring it slowly, before sliding a finger inside her moist core. She moaned softly. ‘It is only the nights when we will see one another—and these, I believe we have agreed, we will enjoy spending together.’
‘Yes,’ she whimpered, not sure what she was responding to, only that the word felt perfectly, perfectly right. He withdrew his finger, his eyes watching her, looking at her, and the power of his gaze was its own aphrodisiac, so pleasure built inside her, warm and irresistible, euphoria-inducing.
‘You are beautiful when you’re close to coming.’
She shook her head instinctively. She didn’t need the flattery. Beauty wasn’t something she’d ever aspired to, and it wasn’t an adjective she needed to hear employed. ‘Just don’t stop,’ she ground out, moving her hips down, inviting him, needing him.
He made a throaty sound—a laugh?—and moved faster, so she tilted her head back, riding a wave, as he kissed the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, sucking her there, marking her, so a thrill of pleasure ran the length of her spine along with the deluge of release that was racking her body. ‘I feel as though I’ve died and gone to heaven,’ she said honestly, when she could breathe again, and string at least a few words together.
‘Don’t die,’ he responded with a grin. Her hand moved beneath the water, and the sensation was heightened by nerve endings that were over-stimulated. She brushed her fingertips over his arousal, rock-hard against the wet fabric of his underpants. She was shy, of course, because she had no experience with this, but at the same time she was emboldened by what they’d shared, and by the proof she’d just felt that he was as into her as she was to him. ‘I want you.’
His eyes widened. ‘I know.’
She should have been embarrassed; she wasn’t.
‘And? Are you going to do anything about it?’
‘Soon.’ He leaned forward, kissing her slowly, and she relaxed into the kiss, their bodies melded, his hardness against her belly a reminder that this was just the beginning.
‘Now?’
Another laugh. ‘Not without protection.’
She pulled back, staring at him, startled that she’d forgotten something so basic. ‘I didn’t even think—’
His shrug was nonchalant. ‘You’re not used to having to consider such things.’
‘No, but still...’
‘It’s fine.’
She bit down on her lip. ‘I’m on the pill.’
‘You told me that. Since when?’
‘Um, about a day after we—’
He lifted a brow. ‘Because you thought this might happen?’
‘Because I thought I should be more prepared.’