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The truth came to him and the shock that reverberated through him gave way to a possessive tenderness that he had never experienced before. He had never slept with a virgin before, never felt the primal urge to be any woman’s first lover.
‘Relax...there are no rules except the ones we make.’
‘This is...you are incredible!’ She gasped, feeling the tingle of her blood as she moved to meet him, draw him deeper, his throaty voice in her ear saying words she didn’t need translating, his breath on her skin. She could feel the beautiful sleek, hard muscle of him everywhere. Her nerve endings were screaming a tactile blending with the pounding thud of her tumultuous pulse. The paper-thin skin of her delicate eyelids was no protection from his hot dark gaze as he pushed her towards a goal just out of reach—then it wasn’t out of reach. The breath-catching crescendo, when it hit her, was so intense she clung to him, afraid of being washed away by the tsunami of sensation as his sleek, muscular body surged powerfully against hers.
In the final moment of perfect fusion Rose called out his name in the last shuddering surge as the ecstasy hit.
She felt as though she were floating but in reality she was sinking to the floor of the shower. Their eyes sealed, they knelt, arms wrapped around each other as they fought for breath.
‘Oh, God!’ she said finally. ‘That was...oh, God!’ She wanted to laugh and cry. Instead she pushed her face into his shoulder.
‘That was good sex.’
She felt tension slide into her shoulders. Was the emphasis she heard onsexreal or imagined, and was the silentjustshe heard the addition of her own paranoia?
Rose wished it were. It was a mystery how one person could make love and the other could just have sex—
She stopped herself taking this depressing thought to the next level. She was going to get her heart broken, that was a given, but why anticipate the moment? It made much more sense to enjoy the moment that they were living.
As she disentangled herself from him and attempted to stand up, her legs folded. They were shaking, a reaction to the intensity of what they had shared.
‘Are you all right?’ He was on his own feet in a split second, a hand stretched out to pull her up, the other behind him to turn the water off.
She accepted it, crossing her free hand across her breasts, the display of modesty definitely a ‘closing the stable door after the horse has already bolted’ gesture.
‘What can I say? You make me go weak at the knees.’ Sometimes the truth was the best defence but not this time—she missed jokey by a country mile. It was the moment to stop digging or in this case talking...only she couldn’t. ‘I’ve never made—had sex in a shower before.’ On the plus side, she closed her mouth before she could ask him if he had shower sex often.
‘I am aware of that,’ he responded in a voice loaded with meaning. ‘A little warning upfront might have been good, do you not think?’
So he knew.
She wasn’t sure how to deal with the unspoken question so she ignored it. Maybe he was actually quite glad she had dodged the issue, because though she thought he might press her, instead his glance slid from hers. Perhaps he wasn’t so comfortable with discussing it either.
‘Thanks,’ she murmured as he draped a large bath sheet around her. There was nothing lover-like about the gesture but it felt almost more intimate than sex. His gentleness brought a lump to her throat. She had stripped naked and not felt a scrap of self-consciousness yet having him gently pat her dry overwhelmed her with shyness. That was, she acknowledged, deeply strange.
While he covered her Zac didn’t seem in any hurry to cover himself. He had a total lack of inhibitions, which was a situation she could live with. He really was beautiful, she reflected, following him with her eyes as he padded across to one of the heated ladder rails and grabbed a towel, which he looped casually around his middle, pausing to rub his forearm across the misted mirror.
She gave a helpless sigh of appreciation—every etched and carved line of his sleek muscled body was perfection. But mid appreciation she was hit by a sudden avalanche of emotions, intertwined and confusing. She had to stop thinking about it. She needed to follow his prompt and adopt Zac’s attitude. It was sex, great sex, but just sex.
Except of course it wasn’t, not for her. The emotions involved had been intense, scarily so. She pushed it all away, suddenly too tired to think about it. This was the new Rose who lived in the moment and extracted every last drop of living from it.
She was in her bathroom with a naked man.
What happened next?
‘What happens next is we take this to the bedroom.’
Rose clamped a hand to her mouth—she’d said it out loud.
‘If that is something you would like?’
‘That would be nice.’Nice, Rose! Really...?
‘Yes, I think it would be very nice too.’ The fact was he could not get enough of her. She took the hand he stretched out and he pulled her towards him before scooping her up and carrying her into the bedroom, the feel of her warm, damp, soft body reawakening his hunger.
Zac knew he’d crossed a line Marco-wise but, given the same choice, he’d have done the same thing again. It was a line he’d been aching to cross since the first second he saw her. Nothing to do with logic—it was on an instinctive level.
He’d known it would be incredible...andTheos! It had surpassed anything he had imagined, but to realise that she had come to him a virgin! The revelation ought to have horrified him but instead it had just fed the possessiveness that she brought out in him.
