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‘How about another please?’ he said, the teasing tone back, but the look in his eyes still intense, and so focussed on her.
A strange euphoria—swift and strong—rose, to hammer against her chest and throb at her core. She laughed to ease the intensity.
‘Please, Mr Garner, I want some more,’ she murmured, threading her fingernails into the short hair at his nape and then tugging hard as her body devoured the delicious shiver of his response.
‘You demon,’ he said, but began to establish a rhythm.
The slow, powerful, undulating thrusts stroked the secret spot inside her and sent her senses soaring again, giving her exactly what she had pleaded for.
The coil tightened as she clung to his shoulders, trying to match his devastating moves. Her own were clumsy and frantic at first, and nowhere near as good as his, but before long she had got the gist of it.
Who knew she was such a fast learner?
They rode towards that high, wide plain together, the scent of sex and sea, the sound of skin slapping skin, filling the room, his grunts matching her sobs. A new pinnacle of pleasure beckoned—before she careered again into that sweet, shocking euphoria.
Well... Hell.
Roman shuddered on top of Milly, her sex massaging him through the final waves of the mind-blowing orgasm.
He breathed, inhaling her subtle, refreshing and unbearably erotic scent as he collapsed, face-planting in her hair, and let his mind and body drift... On the glittering cloud of afterglow, and the devastating feeling of connection.
What had she just done to him? Because that had been extraordinary. As if the bone-numbing climax had been wrenched from the depths of his soul.
Her hands swept over his spine and then she wriggled, making his erection—which was still lodged inside her—perk right up again... He frowned. Astonished, as well as impossibly aroused...Still.
How could he want to do it again, so soon after she’d just destroyed him? And frankly how could she? Because as they’d shattered together moments ago, he had seen the shock and awe in those whisky-coloured eyes too.
‘Could you get off me,’ she hissed, ‘please.’
He choked out a gruff laugh, the edge in her tone going some way to break the spell she had weaved around him.Thank God.
He braced his hands on either side of her, and pulled out of her as gently as he could. Because she had been a lot tighter than he’d expected. And he’d been concerned he’d hurt her when he’d first plunged into her.
Which didn’t make a whole lot of sense. He was a big guy, but he had never had any complaints before. And she had been more than ready for him. He’d made sure of it. In fact, he’d taken a great deal of pleasure in getting her stoked to fever pitch—because she was so responsive, and her no-holds-barred enthusiasm for his touch had driven him to desperation too.
But as he disengaged, she flinched again. He ran his thumb down her cheek to bring her gaze to his. Was it his imagination, or was she avoiding eye contact.
The sheen in those wide eyes had the concern returning full force. Alongside the pulse of arousal.
‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked, shocked to realise how much her answer mattered to him.
He prided himself on always pleasing the women he slept with, because the more equal the pleasure, the more it enhanced the experience for them both. But why did his desire to prove himself a good lover feel like something more this time? And why was he even worrying about it, when he knew she’d had several orgasms?
Perhaps it was just because it had been so long for him. And he’d enjoyed her responses so much. This wasn’t new or different, it was just a bit more intense. That was all.
‘No... I liked it,’ she said. ‘A lot. You’re really good at...’
The surge of pride and the strength of his satisfaction surprised him. But not as much as the desire pounding back into his groin, and making him hard again.
‘I’ve never had...’ she continued, but then stopped abruptly, her gaze darting away as vivid colour scalded her cheeks.
‘You’ve never had... What?’ he asked, curious. Which was also odd. He wasn’t usually a fan of pillow talk after sex. But then again, everything about this encounter had been a little skewered so far, so why not this too?
Had to be the long dry spell, he reasoned with himself.
‘Nothing,’ she mumbled, still staring out of the French doors towards the sea.
It was a breathtaking view from this side of the villa. The cliffs, covered with wild flowers this time of year, led down to a sandy cove, the glimmering blue water spotlighting the glowering presence of Vesuvius on the horizon.
