They kissed and clung to each other, and with shaking fingers Lucas unfastened the buttons down
the front of her dress, and parted the fabric exposing the near naked length of her to his view. ‘You are so beautiful, so exquisite inside and out,’ he grated, shrugging off his clothes and dispensing with her briefs in seconds. His great body arched over her, his eyes glittered down into hers. ‘And you really are all mine at last.’ Then his head swooped down, and his mouth covered hers in a kiss of pure possession before burning a red-hot trail of fire down her slender throat to her swollen breasts.
He filled up her senses as never before, she was drunk on the wonder of their declared love. Amber moaned as he found the rosy peaks and licked them with his tongue. Her seeking hands stroked up over his back, traced his spine, and her nails dug into his flesh as he suckled the rigid tips each in turn, until Amber cried out and her back arched involuntarily seeking more.
Lifting his head, he looked down at her. ‘I love you, Amber,’ Lucas groaned, his voice thick with hunger. ‘I want you.’ His fingers spread over her flat stomach, caressing all the erotic places he knew so well.
‘And I want you always and for ever.’
With a low growl deep in his throat, he slid between her thighs and made her his. With huskily muttered words of love and need, Lucas told her everything she had always wanted to hear fall from his passionate mouth. Their coming together was better than anything that had gone before, because this time their bodies and minds as one added a new dimension. Love.
Surfacing from the exhausted aftermath of their lovemaking, Amber stirred in Lucas’s arms and looked around. ‘Get up, Lucas, get off.’ She shoved at him and he sat up, allowing her to do the same.
‘No regrets, Amber, you are not going to change your mind,’ and she was stunned to see a trace of doubt in his slumberous black eyes.
‘No.’ He loved her, she could feel it in her soul, and she did not like to see her dynamic, powerful husband uncertain. ‘But look where we are, is the door locked?’ She grabbed the front of her dress and began frantically fastening buttons.
‘No.’ His dark eyes, brimming with love, held hers. ‘But my secretary would not dare disturb us,’ he said with all the arrogant confidence Amber recognised.
She smiled. ‘I’m taking no more chances,’ and, standing up, she continued dressing, glad to see Lucas was doing the same. ‘I can’t believe we made love in your office.’
Lucas, looking utterly gorgeous with his hair disheveled, his trousers on and his shirt hanging off his shoulders, pulled her into his arms. ‘I can, but if it perturbs you so much…’ he grinned down at her ‘…what about trying the rail we missed on the boat? Another honeymoon?’
And they did…