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The bold statement was full of arrogance and entitlement. But the husky desire in his voice, and the feral gleam in his eyes, had a raw laugh popping out.
‘I’m not sure what’s so damn funny,’ he said, his gaze narrowing. But his pained expression made her feel impossibly powerful all of a sudden.
He doesn’t know that you don’t have a clue what you’re doing. And he doesn’t have to know. If you play it cool.
The ache at her core began to throb again, her gaze returning to the thick outline in his trunks.
His erection looked... Enormous. Disconcertingly so. But it didn’t dim her desire in the slightest. She wanted to feel him inside her, too. Stretching her tight, aching flesh—and taking her to places she had always yearned to go.
And, surely, he was the perfect person to finally lose her virginity to. Not only was he super fit, and beyond hot, and a phenomenal kisser, but he seemed to know just how to touch her and caress her to make her want him. And he was a playboy, which meant he didn’t do commitment... So she could use him with a clean conscience.
The endorphins fired through her system again, like toddlers on a sugar rush.
She wanted someone who knew what they were doing for her first time—but she did not want to risk making the classic mistake of thinking great sex meant emotional intimacy.
This could never be more than a one-off. They knew next to nothing about each other. But one thing she did know, they came from totally different worlds. After all, he moved in the same circles as her brother-in-law. And those were circles where she had never belonged.
He had opened her eyes, though, to what she had been missing for so long. One of the things she had been searching for.
She grinned up at him, determined to fake a confidence she didn’t have.
‘I suppose I could give you a rain check,’ she said. ‘If you ask me nicely.’
He tilted his head to one side, rueful amusement making him look even more gorgeous. Her heart bobbled in her chest when he smiled.
‘I suppose I can ask you nicely,’ he said, the goading tone not exactly conciliatory. ‘Given that you begged me for release so nicely a moment ago.’
She clasped her arm across her bare breasts. Aware of the light breeze on her over-sensitive nipples, still damp from his kisses.
‘I didn’t beg...’ she said, indignant. ‘Precisely.’
He clasped her chin, then leaned down to press a provocative kiss to her lips. She groaned, the molten need throbbing at her core again, when he finally released her.
‘Sure, you did,’ he said. ‘But I promise not to hold it against you.’
She wanted to be outraged at the hint of condescension in his tone. The man was nothing if not full of himself. But she felt too good to be annoyed. And too excited.
So she sat and watched, with what she was sure was a hopelessly smug smile on her face, as he strode back across the beach to collect her clothing.
He flung the garments to her, before pushing the boat into the surf.
‘You better cover up. I wouldn’t want you getting sunburnt nipples on the journey back, because I have all sorts of plans for those later.’
She chuckled, she couldn’t help it, his over-confidence as attractive as his wicked sense of humour. She scrambled into her vest and shorts, the pulse of excitement and anticipation flooding into her chest as he jumped aboard the boat and wedged himself behind her on the bench seat.
The canvas sail caught the breeze, as he tugged her securely into his lap, before steering the boat into the wind. Her heart bounced with the boat as it bobbed over the incoming surf.
She caught sight of the word Blackbeard inscribed on his wrist, in an ornate piratical font, and wondered about the significance of all the pirate-themed tattoos...
She’d have to examine him once she got to see him naked. And find out how many others he had.
Potent desire unfurled in her abdomen, and she ignored the clutch in her heart, to drive away any lingering doubts. She might be a virgin but, thank goodness, she’d never been a romantic. And she certainly had no illusions about men.
Seeing her mother struggle with cancer when she was still a teenager—while their dad had ignored them to concentrate on his new family—had seen to that.
Spending a few glorious hours in bed with Roman Garner to finish what they had started on the beach was reckless and impulsive. Just like her decision to leave the safety of her family and find her own way a year ago now had been... But at least this experience promised to be fun.
And she’d had precious little of that in the past twelve months.
