The Virgin's Debt to Pay

‘You dictate the pace, ma belle...’

Luc’s voice sounded strained and Nessa felt that rush of feminine power again as she experimented by moving up and down on his body, rolling her hips.

He huffed a laugh against her breast. ‘You’re going to kill me...’

But Nessa was too distracted by the building tension at her core and how, by moving faster, she could make it build and build. Luc was pressing kisses all over her bared skin, his teeth and mouth teasing her breasts unmercifully. Nessa’s movements became wilder, more desperate, as she sensed the shimmering peak approaching. She was losing control. But just as she thought that, Luc took over, demonstrating his experience and mastery.

He clamped his hands onto her hips, holding her still as his body pumped up into hers, stronger and harder and deeper than before.

Sweat glistened on their skin, black eyes burning into hazel. Nessa couldn’t hold on. She thought she might die, and then with one cataclsymic thrust she did, but it was an exquisite death that brought with it rolling wave upon wave of pleasure. It was so intense that she had to bite his shoulder to stop herself from screaming out loud and informing the entire racetrack what was happening in this room.

In the aftermath, Nessa couldn’t have said how long she was slumped against Luc’s body, wrapped in his arms. Her body pulsated rythmically around his, and it sent new shivers of awareness through her.

He gently tugged her head back. She was too sated and exhausted to care how she looked.

‘Next time, we make it to a bed and do this properly.’

Next time. More shivers went through her body. This is only just beginning.

‘Next time?’ She injected her voice with a lightness she didn’t feel.

Luc smiled and it was wicked and sinful and gorgeous. ‘Oh, yes, there’ll be a next time and one after that too...and possibly even one after that.’

He punctuated his words with hot, open-mouthed kisses along her bare shoulder. Weakly, Nessa blocked out all of the voices trying to burst the amazing afterglow bubble surrounding her and told herself that she could handle this. She could handle anything, as long as he didn’t stop kissing her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

‘THERE’S A HORSE at my stables in France that I’d like you to try riding. He’s tricky and none of my jockeys there seem to be able to handle him.’

Nessa looked over at Luc from where she was brushing down Tempest, who she’d just been riding out on the gallops. Luc was dressed in his casual uniform of worn jeans and a long-sleeved top with boots. He leaned nonchalantly against the stable door, arms folded. He took her breath away all too easily and she had to focus to remember what he’d said. It had been two days since the X-rated interlude in the VIP suite at the track and her body still felt overly sensitised.

‘Ok.’

Luc straightened up. ‘When you’ve finished here go and pack—we’ll leave in a couple of hours. We’ll stay in my Paris apartment tonight for the function and go to the stables tomorrow.’

Nessa swallowed as she absorbed this information. ‘The function?’

He nodded. ‘We’ve been invited to the annual French sports awards. Apparently you’re a sensation outside of Ireland too. Everyone wants to see you up close.’

Nessa quailed at that and distracted herself by asking, ‘You said we’d stay at your apartment, is that appropriate?’

Luc came towards her and he said, ‘It’s very appropriate. What part of next time didn’t you

understand?’

He slid his hand around the back of her neck under where her hair was gathered in a messy ponytail and tugged her towards him, saying in a low voice, ‘Maybe you need reminding...’

The stable and horse were blocked out as Luc’s mouth covered hers. It was so explicit that all she could think about was heat and desperate need. She was barely aware of the brush falling to the ground or the horse moving slightly, jostling them.

Luc lifted his head after a few moments and it took a second for Nessa to open her eyes. Damn. She was toast, as well as being well reminded.

With a smug look on his far too gorgeous face, Luc backed out of the stable and walked away, leaving Nessa standing there feeling as if a bolt of lightning had just gone through her body.

She knew that it wasn’t a good idea to allow Luc to affect her like this, for many many reasons, not least of which was self-preservation. But the thought of going to Paris with him was just too seductive to resist.

* * *

A few hours later, Nessa increasingly felt as if she were in a fairy tale. She’d been to Paris before, on a school trip, but it had been nothing like this. They’d flown in by private jet and then been whisked from the airport into the centre of Paris.