Keeping her arms above her head in one fist, he maintained eye contact as he built her pleasure with strokes and gentle teasing, until she was wild for him and it was all she could do to keep still. She had never felt like this before—so full of love, so abandoned, so free. Free to trust, to give, and to receive as Tiago introduced her to a new and extraordinary level of pleasure.

A groan escaped her as he stroked her buttocks, encouraging her to open her legs for him. And then, after teasing her with just his tip, he allowed himself to catch inside her, but then moved away again, making her sob with frustration.

‘More...’

‘More?’ he queried in a low, husky voice.

‘Don’t tease me,’ she begged him. ‘I’ve waited too long for this.’

She gasped with relief when he allowed her another exquisite inch.

But then he pulled back again.

‘Are you trying to drive me crazy with frustration?’

‘No. I’m making sure you trust me. Completely and for ever this time.’

He took her again, by a couple of inches, and then he rested, allowing her to savour how good it was. Then he began to move, slowly and steadily, thrusting his hips to a dependable rhythm that had her screaming his name within seconds.

‘Again,’ she gasped as the strongest of the pleasure waves rolled over her and subsided. ‘I must have more—please...please...more...again...’

Her fingers dug into him as she fell a second time, even more strongly than the first.

‘Again, and again, and again,’ Tiago promised her as he worked steadily to bring her more pleasure.

And this time when she quietened he murmured her name against her mouth and told her that he loved her.

* * *

They rode out the next morning, after a night of no sleep, but neither of them was tired for some reason. Tiago glanced at Danny and smiled. Life was too precious to waste a moment sleeping. They had done more than make love last night—constantly and vigorously; they had reached a new understanding built on trust and the realisation that neither of them was perfect, but they were better together than they could ever be apart.

The horses seemed to sense their exhilaration and it was a fast ride out and an even faster ride back. The horses were keen to get to their oats and hay nets, while Danny and he couldn’t wait to go back to bed.

They went about the business of settling the horses as thoroughly as they always did, but with a careful speed. They didn’t speak—they didn’t have to—but each time they brushed against each other in the confined space he knew they felt the same bolt of electricity.

‘So what do you think of the grey?’ he demanded as they strode briskly across the courtyard to the house.

‘I’d keep her, if I were you.’

‘Really?’ he said, opening the door and standing back to let her in.

‘Definitely—she’s responsive and intelligent. What more could you want?’

‘What are you saying, Danny?’ There was laughter in his voice. ‘Are we still talking about the horse?’

Dragging her close, he stared deep into her eyes.

‘That didn’t require an answer, by the way,’ he said as he led her towards the stairs.

* * *

She was breathless by the time they reached the bedroom, and that had nothing to do with the speed at which she’d climbed the stairs. Catching hold of her, Tiago swung her round and eased her down gently onto the coverlet.

‘Are you sore after our excesses? Do you need me to go easy on you?’

She smiled. ‘What do you think?’

Grabbing hold of Tiago by the front of his shirt, she pulled him down beside her. He didn’t lose eye contact for a moment as he tugged off his shirt and quickly unlatched the buckle on his belt.

‘You’re beautiful,’ she said as he pulled off his jeans.

‘And you’re overdressed. No—let me,’ Tiago insisted.

He undid each of her buttons slowly, and after unfastening the zipper on her jeans eased them down. Each brush of his fingertips was surely intentional; each pulse of pleasure was certainly real.

‘Let me touch you,’ he whispered, holding her gaze. ‘Let me pleasure you, Danny.’

‘Don’t you always?’

Tiago’s mouth curved, and she was already so very sensitive that she exclaimed with excitement the moment he touched her.

‘Don’t look away. I want you to look at me, Danny, and I’ll tell you when—’

‘Now!’ she wailed, unable to hold on.

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