and hanging on by a thread as she explored him.
He nudged at her, the blunt head of his penis tantalising her, but that required a level of self-restraint he found he didn’t have.
Sunny stilled him. ‘I’m not on the Pill.’ She was almost at the point of losing control completely. Her body no longer felt like hers. This wasn’t the awkward, excruciatingly self-conscious body that had shied away from John’s touch, even though she had wanted so badly to be turned on by him. This was another body—a body that seemed to have a will of its own, a body that could melt and go up in flames at the same time. It was a body that excited and amazed and thrilled her.
She dreaded to think that he might pull away from her because she wasn’t on any contraception yet why should she be? She’d had no intention of jumping in the sack with anyone any time soon.
‘It wouldn’t matter if you were.’ Stefano reached to the drawer of the bedside cabinet next to the bed and felt for his pack of condoms.
‘Wouldn’t it?’
‘Of course not. Do you honestly think I’d be stupid enough to believe a woman who said that she was on the Pill and couldn’t get pregnant?’ His lips curled. ‘Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Trust me, you could pop a pill in front of me and I’d still use a condom because if it’s one thing I will never again take, it’s a chance...’
The depth of his bitterness shocked Sunny and for a split second she saw the man who had locked himself down emotionally, the man who had constructed a fortress of ice around his heart and whilst she knew that none of that should matter a jot to her because she certainly wasn’t in it for a relationship, it still was weirdly unsettling. Was this what John had eventually thought when they had both tried their best and come to the conclusion that they had to walk away from one another? That she was locked down emotionally? Frozen where she should have been alive? That she had nothing to give? Not even the generosity of her physical responses?
Stefano sensed just that fleeting second or two when she seemed to disappear, but then she curled her fingers into his hair and arched up to kiss and nibble the side of his mouth, laughing when he pushed her back to kiss her so thoroughly that she wanted to faint.
He was rock-hard as he slipped on the condom in one smooth expert movement, and then he was thrusting in her, loving the warm tightness of her and the motion of her hips as they picked up rhythm, moving under him as though their bodies had been made to do this, to join together in the act of making love.
Sunny clung.
She’d never clung to anyone in her life before. She had learned from an early age that clinging got you nowhere. But she clung now, wishing that she could keep holding him to her for ever, never wanting to let him go and absolutely loving the feel of his lightly perspiring, tightly packed, muscular body under her hands.
Her orgasm was an explosion that took her to another dimension. A slow build, getting faster until she couldn’t breathe as he pushed into her, hard, long strokes that drove her wild. She heard someone groaning and realised that it was her.
When they had both finally come back down to earth, with her head resting on his chest, she listened to the steady beat of his heart and the first thing that came to her head was that she didn’t want this to be a one-night stand and that was such a scary realisation that she wanted to whimper in panic.
It felt as though someone had pulled a plug she hadn’t even known existed and all of a sudden her prized self-control was slipping remorselessly through the plughole.
This wasn’t going to do! She’d made love and it felt as though she’d made love for the first time, felt that this was what the fuss was all about, this soaring, wonderful sensation of flying high above the clouds, a feeling of complete and utter union with another human being.
Had that made her vulnerable? Because, if it had, then she was going to have to find a cure pretty damn quick.
She yawned and sat up, slipping her legs over the side of the bed, and he caught her hand and gently tugged her back down.
‘Going somewhere?’
Sunny flipped her long hair to one side and glanced at him over her shoulder. ‘To get dressed.’
‘Why are you going to do that?’ He stroked the underside of her wrist lazily.
‘Because it’s after midnight and I need to get home.’
‘You don’t need to get home. There are too many bedrooms in this house to count. You can have your pick.’
Sunny noted that he hadn’t suggested she share his room with him but he wouldn’t, would he? He knew the lines that had to be drawn. Where she suspected she still had the capacity to melt, he was as hard as steel.
‘If Eric can’t drive me to the station, I can call a taxi.’
Stefano sat up and frowned. ‘You don’t want to do that...’ He tugged her a little bit more so that she fell back against the pillow and he cupped one breast with his hand, teasing the nipple into a stiff, throbbing peak. ‘And your nipple agrees with me...’
Sunny wriggled. Of course, this was his great strength, she thought. It wasn’t his looks, incredible though they were, or his bank balance or the house he lived in or the helicopter he owned or the cars he drove... It was his searing intelligence and his wicked sense of humour. Both those things could be her undoing.
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