Roman stretched out beside her and took her in his arms. He was leisurely and confident, as if they had been lovers for years. She felt so safe in his arms, and so turned on. Roman’s body was magnificent, but it was the man beneath the rugged frame who would keep her safe. This was like no feeling on earth. Every part of her was singing with arousal, and every part of her was primed and ready for whatever would come next...in her heart, in her body, in her soul. She was desperate for physical release, but every time she sighed and clung to him like a desperado, he smiled against her mouth and held her back. ‘You can’t keep me waiting for ever.’
‘But I can try,’ he argued.
‘This is one battle I won’t let you win.’ Reaching up, she laced her fingers through his hair. Feeling it spring against her palm, as strong and virile as he was, was the ultimate torture, and then he added to that torment by rasping his stubble across her neck.
‘You’re merciless,’ she gasped as sensation shimmered through her.
‘Lucky for you...’ Roman smiled wickedly against her mouth.
‘You’re right,’ she agreed, panting. ‘I deserve this.’
‘For however long it takes?’
‘Oh, I hope so.’
‘We could be here some time.’
‘I’m planning on it.’
Breath left her body in a rush as Roman swung her beneath him. He judged the weight of his body on hers, supporting most of it on his arms as he nuzzled her mouth, her lips, her eyes, her forehead, not forgetting the very sensitive lobes of her ears before moving on to her neck. And then he kissed her mouth, and she floated away on a sea of sensation...wanting more...always wanting more.
She gave a shaking cry as he lodged a thigh between hers.
‘Not yet. You have to wait, Eva.’
‘Why?’ Her voice was shaking with need.
‘You know why—’
‘Let me,’ she said, taking the packet from his hand. ‘Lie back.’
‘And think of England?’ he teased.
‘Stockholm, please... Though perhaps you’d do better thinking what a mess I’m going to make of this.’ She was only half joking.
‘You are not going to make a mess of anything, Eva. You operate complex machinery in Skavanga, don’t you? This should be well within your technical capabilities. I’m pretty sure my aide’s exhaustive report mentioned your expertise with power tools.’
‘Yes to all the above. But unfortunately, I don’t have too much experience with machines that can feel or are quite this complex.’
‘Damn. And there was me thinking you were going to say you weren’t used to dealing with machines of this complexity and size.’
They laughed and she forgot to be worried. Because she trusted him, Eva realised. And because she loved him. What could possibly go wrong?
Nothing went wrong. Roman drew her beneath him and she was soon lost in sensation; he saw to that. When his hand found her she was more than ready and she didn’t even flinch when he brushed his erection against her, teasing her with the tip. He finally eased carefully inside her and when she was used to the new sensation, he almost brought her to the brink with shallow strokes. It was a happy shock to find she wanted more. Give and take, thrust and relax, rise and fall, arch and subside, rhythmically, eagerly... She was greedy to take more of him than she would have believed possible. Turned out she had quite a talent, Eva realised as Roman groaned with pleasure as she drew him in.
‘I’m supposed to be telling you to wait,’ he growled against her ear.
‘And now you’re having a problem? Think drill bits and diamonds and you’ll be fine.’
‘You think?’
She wasn’t doing too much thinking, as she was right on the edge herself, and could only give in gracefully as Roman pressed her knees back and upped the pace.
‘That’s so unfair,’ she said when speech was possible. ‘You didn’t even give me a warning.’
‘Did you need one?’
‘No,’ she decided, thinking about it. ‘I like to be surprised.’
‘Big surprises as often as possible?’ Roman guessed.
‘All the time.’
‘More?’
‘What do you think?’ She rose against him, welcoming him back.
They made love all night. Neither of them tired. Why would they be? She had waited a long time for this, and Roman was inexhaustible. They were well matched. Turned out she was a closet nymphomaniac, and Roman had the answer to her every need.