‘Rugby.’ He turned his head and kissed her fingers. ‘I’m not quite the animal everyone seems to think I am.’
‘Aren’t you?’ She trailed her finger over his mouth and then replaced it with her lips and he slid a hand behind her head and held her there while they kissed. His mouth was hot and purposeful and she felt the excitement flash through her body, turning her from willing to desperate.
Her hand slid over his shoulder, tracing flesh and hard muscle, and then lowered her head and rubbed her cheek over the roughness of his chest and breathed in his erotic scent. Her hand lingered low on his abdomen and she felt his muscles clench in an involuntary response.
She allowed her fingers to linger in that dangerous place, teasing and promising, and then she bent her head and kissed his shoulder, using lips and tongue to discover and explore his body, gradually moving lower until her mouth rested where her hand had been. His muscles quivered under her gentle touch and she heard the sharp hiss of his breath as she teased him with her tongue. He sank his fingers into her hair and then released her instantly. She glanced up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched. Desire burned deep inside her and she bent her head again and closed her mouth over him and he made a choking sound.
‘Flora…’
She lifted her head. ‘Sorry—am I hurting you? Your face is sort of…twisted.’
‘You’re not hurting me,’ he said hoarsely, ‘but—’
‘Good.’ She lowered her head again and used her tongue and her lips until he gave a harsh groan, grabbed her and rolled her onto her back.
‘You have to stop. I’m not going to last five minutes if you…’ He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, tension etched in every line of his handsome face. ‘Give me a minute. Just give me a minute.’
‘Did I do something wrong?’ She was suddenly covered with embarrassment. ‘I—I haven’t actually done it before…’
He shifted so that he was half on top of her, one leg pinning her to the mattress. ‘You’re full of surprises, do you know that? If you’ve never actually done it before, where did you—?’ His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. ‘Learn those tricks?’
‘From a book.’
‘A book?’ He gave a shaky laugh. ‘A book. Typical Flora.’ He bent his head and kissed her mouth expertly and her body trembled and ached in response.
And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Desperate for him to do so, her hips moved against him and he put a hand on her hip to steady her. Only then did she realise that at some point he’d removed her underwear. And she hadn’t even noticed. She was about to ask him about it when he lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth.
Sensation shot through her and she tried to move against him, but he held her firmly while he lavished attention on both her breasts. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, and when he finally lifted his head, her cheeks were flushed and her limbs were trembling. For a moment he just looked at her and she thought that she was going to be the one to beg, and then she felt his hand between her thighs and the expert stroke of his fingers as they discovered the heart of her.
His touch was so intimate that for a moment she stiffened and instantly felt him pause. And the fact that he’d paused made her realise just how much care he was taking with her.
‘Conner—please—I don’t think I can wait.’
With a skilled, knowing fingers he found exactly the right place and caressed her gently until the excitement grew from a slow ache to a maddening turmoil of sensation. As his exploration grew bolder and more intimate, she arched and writhed, silently begging for the possession that her body craved.
‘Look at me, Flora.’ He shifted over her, slid a hand under her bottom and she felt the blunt tip of his erection brushing against her. For a moment she couldn’t breathe, the excitement and anticipation so great that her entire body was trembling with need. And then he eased forward slowly and she gasped because it took her body a moment to accommodate him.
He paused, his breath warming her neck. ‘Am I hurting you?’
‘No.’
‘Relax, angel.’ He closed his mouth over hers, kissed her deeply and moved forward, driving deeper inside her. ‘Relax for me.’
But she didn’t want to relax. She wanted—She wanted…
Excitement exploded inside her and she rose instinctively to meet his thrusts.
Her heart thudded wildly and she curved her hands over his bottom, urging him on. ‘Conner, Conner…’ She looked into his eyes and saw primitive need blazing there.
He slowed the pace, his eyes holding hers. ‘Are you OK?’
‘Yes…’ Talking was difficult. ‘It’s just that you look—’ She broke off and moaned as he moved again in an agonisingly slow rhythm.
‘How do I look?’
‘Sort of—scary.’