heard his choke, felt him pumping hard and fast, his breathing harsh in a crazy rhythm. And suddenly a groan—relief mixed with disbelief.
As her own breathing started to settle, she happily, languorously, took his weight. His big body sprawled over hers, she ran her hands idly down his back, loving the breadth of the muscles under her fingers and the slick heat pouring off him.
He lifted his head and the look on his face was definitely rueful. ‘Well, that happened a little sooner than I expected.’
‘Are you kidding? I’ve been here all day.’
Laughter shook his chest.
‘Oh, you mean—’
‘Yeah.’ He kept his hips pressed to hers, so they were still joined. The colour in his cheeks deepened. ‘You’ve got a bit of a punch.’
‘Chemical reaction, I guess.’ She grinned, unable to hide the pleasure she got at the realisation he hadn’t held onto his control the way he’d wanted. She arched up to him a little, stretching out the tension in her body that was already coiling again.
He grinned. ‘Definitely one major explosion.’ He bent his head to her breast, blew warm air on the nipple that strained up to him. ‘One down, five to go. I think we need the follow-up soon. That was over all too quick.’
This time, it wasn’t over quick at all. He carried her to his bedroom, in swashbuckling pirate style, and set about driving her crazy in slow, torturous fashion.
They dozed for a while, she lay half awake, half asleep—her body so wired she wondered if she’d ever truly sleep again.
He rolled away, pulled her to her feet and, keeping hold of her hand, led her to a big bathroom most definitely designed for two. They stood under the shower, just kissing, and he ran his soapy hands down her back. Holding her close, not demanding more, but just long soothing kisses until she was the one moving restlessly, the one driving for more—and drive she did with kisses and caresses that became increasingly insistent, confidence growing as she saw the degree to which she could arouse him. She let her fingers glide over his muscles, the wet bronzed wall that was his chest, then stepped out of the reach of the water, turned and knelt before him.
His eyes were large and flaming as he looked down at where she waited with hands and mouth ready. ‘Are you sure?’
‘You’ve proven to me what good taste I have. Let me taste this.’
He groaned and she started playing, tracing fingers over his body, moving in circles ever closer to his magnificent erection—kissing, stroking, touching, teasing.
His thighs were rigid and his hands ran through her hair, mussing it as she pressed her mouth to him.
‘Cally …’ She heard the mutter and felt passion stirring in him, the barely leashed movement in his hips. He was close. She gripped firmer, faster—signalling her intention to see him through, to take it, taste it all. Another heartfelt groan escaped him, pelvis pistoning, fingers twisting in her hair as he gave in, gave her control, gave her everything.
She revelled in his hoarse cry, in feeling his powerful body racked with pleasure, in the extreme explosion she’d asked for.
And when she’d taken what she wanted, he reached out a hand and pulled her to her feet. He leaned sideways against the wall, his back still taking the water of the shower, breathing deep, clearly recovering.
He looked at her with slightly rueful eyes. ‘Taste good?’
She nodded, drunk on desire, on the thrill of seeing him so tortured, knowing she’d done that.
He shook his head. ‘I’ll give you something that tastes even better.’ He picked her up and carried her through to his bed, spreading her body to his satisfaction and starting an exploration that was so slow, so intense, so erotically charged she honestly thought she’d die from the pleasure. His hands and mouth roved the length of her, worshipping, arousing. Eventually he centred on the centre of her—sucking, licking, his tongue going deep, seeking out her essence, the proof of her attraction. Unbearable heat flooded her and she tossed her head, clenching her teeth to stop the screams.
His hands reached up and found her breasts, fingers working on her nipples, toying with their hardness as his tongue worked faster and faster. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking up to him, couldn’t contain the shattering climax. And as the final shudders were still rippling through her he rose and lay over her. Kissing her deeply, he let her taste herself and him together—such profound and naked intimacy she’d never before experienced. It just turned her on even more.
She felt the hard length of him against her thigh and looked at him—surprised to feel his renewed desire and deep inside her own sizzling again. ‘I thought I’d drained you. Your stamina is incredible.’
‘Only because you’re so insatiable.’ He paused above her, face and body rigid as he stated it plainly. ‘Aren’t you? Hungry for me.’
‘Yes.’ She whispered the unnecessary answer, tilting her hips up to him. She could never get enough. And he pushed inside once more—his tongue, his penis. He totally invaded, claiming her, and she welcomed his possession, arching up, opening up, wanting more and more. Deeper, harder, faster, longer.
For a few hours they slept, curled together, arms and legs entwined. Once she was awake, her fourth and fifth orgasms came in rapid succession—in the one session. She didn’t want to admit to both of them. She wanted to sneak in another round. Multiples counted as one, really, didn’t they? She smiled as she drifted back to sleep, she’d never have thought she’d get to one, let alone go multiple.
As soon as she woke again she turned towards him.
‘You owe me more. You promised. Worried you can’t make it?’
‘You sure you’re keeping the right score?’ He grinned, eyes twinkling with good humour and a lusty light. He knew all right. But he wasn’t arguing.
This time, the feeling of goodness radiated out through her body. Till she felt it was powerful enough to be an entity in its own right. Magic swirled around their entwined bodies, encapsulating them, imprisoning them, while still being part of them.
She welcomed the slickness between her thighs. The smell, the sweat, the slipperiness that came with sex. Sex as she’d never had before. And knew she’d never have again—unless it was with him.
He only gave her another couple of hours to recover before starting a massage that ended with her writhing. Then he led her back to the shower where he took her from behind before spinning her round and starting all over again, driving her crazy, making her come, until the water finally ran cold.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WITH every step Cally’s whole body throbbed, so sensitive, so well used in the last twenty-four hours that she knew she couldn’t take any more—not physically. Certainly not emotionally. She tiptoed to the bathroom, leaving Blake sleeping soundly in the big bed, only partly covered by the white cotton sheet. She wasn’t going to look at him to be tempted either—much.
She was utterly exhausted. Everything seemed to be tilted topsy-turvy and she had to get away—now, or she never would. At least not still in one piece.
She
