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‘Just one reckless night of forbidden love,’ he a
greed softly, attuning himself so perfectly to her thoughts that her shoulders slumped with relief. She would not have been so relieved if she had glimpsed the grim amusement with which he had accepted her unconscious challenge
He stepped up behind her, sliding his palms from her shoulders down over her breasts to her waist.
‘Shall we begin?’
In the glass doors Jennifer could see his reflection, his naked chest rising behind her shoulder, his green eyes glinting mysteriously, his hands graceful as they slowly untied her belt, knowing that this time she wasn’t going to stop him.
Her robe fell open, revealing the shimmering wisp of thin forest-green silk that skimmed her body to the tops of her thighs. The shoestring straps supported a plunging scooped neckline that exposed most of the upper curves of her full breasts, the undarted bodice stretching provocatively between the two concealed peaks and then falling away to follow the indentation of her waist and smooth over her rounded hips to flirt around the V of her legs.
She found she was trembling as he looked down over her shoulder at what he had uncovered. She heard him suck in his breath at the sight of her firm creamy breasts straining against the watery silk, their faint tracery of blue veins guiding the way down to her barely concealed nipples.
‘Sexy,’ he growled, fingering the pure silk hem where it lay against her hip, but otherwise touching her with only his eyes as he lifted the robe from her shoulders and let it fall in a hush to the floor, leaving her exposed to his reflected view. Very exposed. She was suddenly conscious of her overripe breasts and broad hips. Her breath quickened, tugging at the silk.
‘You wore this for me,’ he said, still not touching her. ‘You knew all along you were going to say yes...’
She licked her lips. ‘No—I—all my night things are s-sexy...’
‘S-sexy...’ he teased, and shivers ran up and down her spine as she watched his hands come around her waist to settle on her belly and begin to inch the silk up from her thighs.
‘What am I going to see next?’ he whispered, nibbling at her shoulder. ‘Are you wearing anything underneath this little bit of nothing?’
‘Y-yes.’
‘Spoilsport.’
He ravelled the silk higher with his gathering fingers and sighed when he saw the reflection of a tiny stretch-lace G-string.
‘Or maybe not...’ He ran his fingers down the lace edging that splayed over her hip, down between her legs to a place that made her gasp. His fingers fluttered with unbelievable delicacy against the plump folds pouting against the lace while his other hand moved up from her waist to languorously fondle her breasts, sliding beneath the silk to find her soft, velvety nipples.
‘Do you like watching what I’m doing to you, darling?’
She did. It was wilder even than her reckless imagination. Fierce thrills cascaded over her in waves as she revelled in the wanton sight of the big, half-naked man standing behind his lover, his hands moving on her, pleasuring her, enslaving her with his skill.
He pulled aside her G-string and bit her ear as his fingertips teased inside her slippery heat and he whispered, ‘Would you like me to take you here, like this, from behind, so that you can see it happen to you?’
Her mind exploded in a riot of sensation which had her crying out and jerking so violently that she twisted out of his grasp, surprising them both.
The fantasy interrupted, Jennifer floundered for a few breathless seconds. After what Rafe had just been doing to her she felt unbelievably, stupidly shy. She had been wildly aroused, but what about him? Wasn’t she supposed to be giving him pleasure, too? All her stories and fantasies were conducted from the female point of view; she’d never had to consider the man’s pleasure. And one lover followed by more than six years of celibacy hadn’t exactly equipped her with confidence for the real thing!
She glanced at Rafe, to find him locked in his own world, his head tipped back and his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling as if he’d been running, his arms hanging tense at his sides, the curled fingers of one hand glistening with a faint slick of moisture that it made her blush to see it. He looked as if he was praying to some pagan god, and out in the darkness a molten fireburst accompanied by another crackle of silver brilliance seemed to be his answer.
‘Oh, 1-look—have you seen the lightning over the mountain...’ Jennifer babbled, putting her hands against the glass doors and pushing them open. The wind must have shifted, for there was only a slight grittiness in the air as she stepped out onto the balcony. She immediately realised she was being gauche and foolish, and looked back over her shoulder. Rafe had opened his eyes and she could see the laughter in them as he slowly followed her out onto the wooden planks, but her silly nervousness vanished as she saw that, rather than mocking, his amusement was indulgent.
His thick lashes lowered and she realised he was hungrily watching the way the dark silk clung to the cheeks of her bottom as she moved and revealed flashes of the lush white globes left bare by her G-string. Feeling her confidence return in a ripple of wicked delight, she gripped the cool balcony rail and leaned forward slightly, her face still turned mischievously towards him to assess his reaction.
‘Minx,’ he said, studying the charmingly provocative pose with a connoisseur’s approval. ‘But I thought we came out here to look at a volcano erupting.’
‘I’d rather watch you,’ she dared confess.
‘Watch me erupting?’ His smile sizzled through her senses as he moved closer and cupped her downy bottom underneath the flirty hem. ‘Do you want to see me lose control?’ he murmured as he handled the peachy softness, tugging at the G-string to create an intimate friction between her legs.
Her fingers tightened on the rail as she unconsciously arched her back and bowed her head. ‘Yes, I think I do.’ She shuddered. She didn’t want to be the only one...
‘Then come to bed,’ he purred into the nape of her neck. ‘You’re cold.’
She felt she would never be cool again. ‘No, I’m not...’
