She came almost as soon as he began thrusting deep into her, losing herself in sensation, all self-control abandoned as her body soared towards an orgasm that wrenched a sob of utter satisfaction and fulfilment from her.
Only when they were lying, spent, did Grace wake up to the weather happening outside.
She glanced towards the window and the sliver of grey light struggling to get past the shutters.
‘What are we going to do?’ she whispered. ‘How long do you think this is going to last?’
Nico had to drag his sluggish brain back to Planet Earth because his body was still lazily luxuriating in a post-coital glow he had never experienced in his life before.
Who knew breaking with routine could feel so good?
He didn’t want to talk about the prosaic stuff about what happened next or how long the filthy weather was going to last. For once, practicalities weren’t demanding his immediate attention even though, given the situation, they should have been.
Nico thought that what he really wanted to do was stay right where he was, with Grace curled against him, letting the heat subside before stoking it all over again. He had been satisfied, mind-blowingly so, and yet he wanted more.
She was gazing at him with a frown. Why was she so anxious about how long they might be trapped by the weather? Did a couple of extra days here throw everything out of sync for her? She was dependent-free and would have been in the office in London anyway. And besides...shouldn’t she be yearning to be marooned here with him? After the mind-blowing experience they had just shared? A keen sense of self-irony made him smile at his own over-inflated ego.
‘No idea,’ he murmured truthfully, distracted by her sweet, newly made-love-to scent. ‘The actual hurricane might just last a day or so but that doesn’t mean we’re going to be heading back to London as soon as it’s blown over.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because...’ Theshouldn’t-you-want-to-prolong this?crazy notion side-swiped him again, leaving a sour aftertaste because it smacked of a lack of self-control on his part. ‘Because there will be a lot of destruction left in the wake of the hurricane. Trees blown over...damage no doubt to property. We will be fine here because this is a well-constructed hotel, but I have no doubt there will be time needed to clear debris and, of course, the airstrip will doubtless be affected.’ He paused and said evenly, ‘So if you’ve made plans in the next week or so, then I’d advise you to think again.’
‘A week or so?’
‘It’s not a lifetime in the great scheme of things.’ Nico was astounded that he was the one promoting a laid-back approach when his life was so tailored to put work first.
He felt her stiffen and wondered what she was thinking. How was it that she could writhe with such abandon in his arms and yet withdraw into herself the way he felt she was doing now?
And why did he care?
He propped himself on one elbow then slid off the side of the bed to pad towards the window, doing the very thing he had advised against but needing to get his thoughts in order.
He slid apart the wooden shutters and there, in all its glory, was proof of what he had just said. A hurricane wreaking havoc. The trees were bending at right angles, whipped this way and that by the gale-force winds. Plants had been ripped from beds, flowers torn from hedges and the sky was dark with rage.
A few more days...
She might be anxious. God knew, she might have commitments she didn’t want to cancel...but as far as he was concerned?
His body was still on fire for her and a few more days cooped up here was certainly not giving him pause for thought.
It should have been, but it wasn’t and, for the first time in years, Nico was disturbed by the grey area where things weren’t as clear-cut as he’d want them to be.
But who safer for a brief fling with here than his secretary? She knew him well enough to know that, once they left this island, whatever they’d shared would be relegated to the history books. She knew him for the man he was.
No need for warning speeches, no need to be on the lookout for clinginess, no hinting that a future might lie with someone on a distant horizon.
Just...sex.
Nico turned to smile at her. She might be concerned but he was confident that he would be able to change her mind and make her see that a few days here might just be fun.
CHAPTER SEVEN
GRACEKNEWTHATwhat she was doing was a dangerous indulgence. What they werebothdoing.
Taking time out from reality. Having glorious sex as though they were a couple of frisky teenagers without a care in the world.
Instead of a thirty-one-year-old woman and her out-of-bounds, sexy-as-hell boss.