With swift, sure movements he positioned her, supporting her easily, and then he thrust hard, taking her with almost fierce desperation, driven by the wildness that was consuming both of them.
She cried out in shock at his first invasion, her fingers biting into the hard muscle of his shoulders as her body adjusted to the pulsing pressure of his. She felt him pause, his breathing harsh as he struggled to drag himself back from the brink of insanity, and then she felt the heat curl over her again and brought her mouth down on his.
She didn’t want him to stop.
She felt his hesitation, the briefest flicker of indecision, and then he drove into her again, but this time his movements were more controlled. She struggled to move her hips, to match his movements, but in this position she felt helpless and totally under his control. She felt the primitive rhythm, the heated, pulsing force of masculine possession and felt the frantic, desperate response of her own body.
Desire ripped through her and she gasped at the intensity of that sensation, so all-consuming, so primitive. Why had she ever thought that desire could be controlled? She could no more control what was happening than she could halt wind or rain.
His rough jaw scraped against hers and he took her cries into his mouth, his mouth demanding that she give still more. And she gave willingly. All of herself to this man. Her man. It was wild and crazy and totally out of control, and everything swirled and tangled until sensation exploded inside her with frightening intensity. Her body gripped his and he groaned her name before she felt the hot, liquid force of his own climax.
She clung to him with an almost fierce desperation as if he were the only thing standing between her and insanity, waiting for her senses to settle.
Mac continued to hold her, his breathing harsh and unsteady, his heart pounding against the rapid beat of hers as he struggled to regain control.
Then he withdrew slowly and lowered her, but still his hands held her, as if he knew by instinct that to release her now would have her collapsing at his feet.
Without speaking he reached out a hand and cut the flow of water.
Silence throbbed between them.
Louisa kept her eyes closed as she tried to regain some sort of composure. What were you supposed to say to a man after something so amazing?
She felt stunned. Shocked. Exhilarated.
‘Louisa?’ His voice was low and rough and then she felt the soft warmth of a towel being wrapped around her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom. ‘You should have told me.’
‘Told you what?’
He deposited her gently in the middle of the bed and his eyes glittered in the semi-darkness. ‘That it was your first time.
I had no idea...’
‘You didn’t need to know.’ Away from the warmth of the shower and the heat of his body, she started to shiver.
With a soft curse he removed the damp towel and, after the slightest hesitation, joined her in the bed.
He curved her against the warmth of his body and reached down to cover them both with the duvet. ‘I wish you’d told me.’
Warmth spread through her.
She slid an arm over his chest, endlessly fascinated by the differences between them. He was hard to her soft. Male to her female. ‘What difference would it have made?’
He tightened his hold and released a long breath. ‘Well, for a start I would have been gentle.’
She pressed her mouth to his flesh. ‘I didn’t want you to be gentle.’ She’d wanted all that he was. The man she knew him to be.
‘Louisa—’
‘Mac.’ She lifted her head and her long hair trailed over his bare chest. ‘Stop worrying. I’m fine.’ She gave a womanly smile and her eyes dropped to his mouth. ‘In fact, I’m more than fine.’
She felt his hesitation and decided that this time it was up to her to take the lead. Her body sliding over his, she lowered her mouth to his, teasing his lower lip with her tongue, offering him her kiss.
He watched her from under lowered lids, his expression unreadable, and for a long, pulsing moment she thought he might reject her. Then he muttered something against her mouth and his hands came up to trap her head as he gave her the response she’d been hoping for.
This time his kiss was slower and he explored every part of her mouth, controlling the pace, stoking the heat.
Louisa moaned against his lips as the now familiar burn low in her pelvis started to build.