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But something about her stillness, and that telltale blush, made him sure it wasn’t the spectacular view of the ancient still-active volcano that had all her attention. She still seemed dazed. And wistful.
He hooked one unruly curl behind her ear, then cradled her cheek, to angle her head away from the view, and back towards him, charmed.
‘You’ve never had an orgasm that intense before?’ he offered.
Her breath hitched, her eyebrows shooting up her forehead. ‘How did you know that?’
He chuckled, finding her astonishment and the hint of irritation at his perceptiveness even more captivating. Her transparency was addictive, but not as addictive as the realisation she had no idea how easy she was to read.
‘Because it was intense for me too,’ he said. ‘That was the best orgasm I’ve had in...’For ever, he thought, but stopped himself from saying, just in time. ‘In a while.’
Get a grip. Talk about cheesy.
He’d had a lot of spectacular orgasms in his life with a lot of captivating women, all of them a great deal more sophisticated and amenable than this woman. Just because he couldn’t recall a single one of those orgasms at the moment, or the women he’d had them with, wasn’t anything to do with Milly Devlin.
Specifically.
She was captivating and adorably responsive, for sure.
But he’d also been suffering from burn-out for months now and not forgetting their unconventional meet cute and the head injury, the virtually sleepless night that had followed, the death swim this morning, and the long wait to finally consummate their chemistry after they’d hit on each other at the cove. He’d never been a big fan of deferred gratification, and this was why. Because if the events of the last twenty-four hours weren’t a recipe for temporary amnesia and overkill, he did not know what was.
But even so, he couldn’t bring himself to qualify the foolish admission any more when her eyes shone. And he could see how pleased she was by his approval.
‘Well, it was very good for me, too,’ she said, the tremble in her bottom lip captivating him all over again. And disturbing him.
How could he read her so easily? And why did it excite him so much? When the only time he’d enjoyed reading people before her was if he was trying to beat down their price, or print their secrets.
He shook off the disturbing thought, and pressed a kiss to her lips.
She opened for him, but he forced himself to drag his mouth away when the rush of need swelled in his groin again.
Time to start managing her expectations. And your own.
This had got way too intense, way too quickly—which was all down to their spectacular chemistry. It had to be. But if they were going to explore this connection for the rest of the night, and be ready to part in the morning, which was certainly his intention, he needed to cool things down.
He placed a hand on her belly, felt her delicious shiver.
‘I say we grab a shower, then get Giuliana to cook us one of her famous fried pizzas. She’s from Napoli so it’s one of her specialities. Plus, we need to keep our stamina up.’
A quick grin spread across her features, dazzling him. ‘Okay... I’ll race you to the bathroom...’
She had scrambled off the bed before he’d even managed to draw a breath. He swore, the adrenaline hit surging, as she shot across the room, her glorious bottom and those gorgeous breasts jiggling enticingly—and giving him all sorts of ideas about what to have for dessert. But as he flung off the sheet to head after her, something on the white linen caught his eye.
He hesitated. It took him a moment to process the small red stain.
Blood.
Was she on her period? Why was she bleeding?
But as he stared, another thought occurred to him. A reason for the bloodstain so far out in left field he couldn’t quite compute it... But then he couldn’t seem to shift it, or the strange way it made him feel. Weirdly flattered, and kind of possessive. As well as stunned. And confused. And wary. And deeply ashamed.
Not a good combination at the best of times. And certainly not when he was already hard for her again.
‘Is something wrong?’
He raised his head. Milly’s face peeked around the bathroom door. Guilty knowledge flashed across her expression when she spotted what he was staring at. And suddenly he knew what had made her so captivating from the start—the intoxicating mix of innocence and bravado, provocation and passion, which it now transpired had been entirely genuine.
‘Are you a virgin, Milly?’ he asked, even though he suspected he already knew the answer. And had no clue how to feel about it.
