Page 151 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

Surprisingly, after all those positions, we end up in missionary, me up on my hands, looking into her eyes as I drive into her again and again, now desperate to reach my climax, and for her to join me there. She opens her legs wide and lets me fuck her the way I want to, with abandon, and it’s only as she comes, and ten seconds later I come with her, that I finally realize the irony of her comment about giving her a hundred percent.

She meant with sex, but when she said, I want all of you, Linc, I somehow took it literally. As she takes deep gasps from her orgasm, and I come inside her, shuddering and groaning, I know I’ve given her everything. My body, my heart, and my soul. I’m hers, utterly and completely, whether I wanted to be or not, and I don’t think there’s any going back.

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Afterward, we lie there for a long time, facing each other, as our bodies cool down and our heartbeats return to normal. I stroke her hair, her shoulder, run my hand down her back, and trail my fingers over her hip. She plays with the hairs on my chest and traces my tattoos. We don’t talk, but somehow this feels more intimate than talking.

Jeez, I’ve got it bad.

I shouldn’t have told her I’m in love with her. I haven’t yet decided what I’m going to do when it’s time to go back, and confessing my feelings is only going to make it more difficult. But I couldn’t keep it from her. Right now, she’s my whole world, and the thought of changing that gives me a pain in my chest.

We should talk about it, but I honestly don’t know what to say. I know she won’t move to the UK with me. So that only leaves me coming back to New Zealand. Do I want to do that? I’ve worked so hard to build my career in England. And I love my job and being able to go on fascinating excavations all over Europe. New Zealand is wonderful if you like big blue skies and mountains and bungee jumping and surfing, but it’s severely lacking in history and archaeology, especially for someone who loves ancient history.

I know I could move here and travel to do excavations a few times a year, but that’s no way to keep a relationship strong. I’m an all or nothing kind of guy, and if I were to commit to her, I’d want to be with her as much as I could. And if I don’t… I need to cut the ties, or it’s just going to be heartbreak for us both.

Then she looks up, meeting my eyes, and she smiles a little, and my heart lifts as if it contains so much helium that I’m surprised when I speak that my voice isn’t several octaves higher.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

A shake of her head.

“Or scare you?”

Her lips curve up a little more, and she gives another shake.

“You’re very bossy,” she says.

I chuckle. “You asked for a hundred percent.”

“I did. The law of supply and demand, right? Well you fulfilled that order to the customer’s satisfaction.”

“At least twice, if I recall.”

She giggles, and I grin. “There was a third in there,” she admits. “Somewhere between the chest of drawers and doggy style.”

That makes me laugh. “Favorite position?”

“Ooh, an impossible question!” She moves closer to me and brushes her lips against mine. “Whenever, wherever, however.”

It’s my turn to chuckle, and I pull her tightly against me and kiss her properly.

“What’s yours?” she asks when we finally come up for air.

“Missionary.”

Her eyebrows rise. “I thought you’d go for something more adventurous.”

“I love missionary with you. Your hair spread out all over the pillow. Your eyes looking up into mine, so big and blue. Your face all flushed. You lying there all defenseless and helpless while I fuck you into next week.”

Her lips part with a shocked gasp, and she smacks my arm as I laugh.

“You’re incorrigible,” she scolds. “You love to shock me.”

“I do, I have to admit it.” I run a strand of her hair through my fingers. “But I mean it. I could make love to you like that all day every day and not get tired of it.”

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