He pulled back to kiss her breasts, lavishing more of the attention they deserved, until she gasped and writhed, tugging him higher.
How could he resist her? His body was already moving of its own volition in a slow, building rhythm that would soon send him over the edge.
He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop, when her eyes glittered up at him, diamond-bright, and she moved with him, eager. He could only try to make it good for her too.
Adam slipped his hand between them, finding her sensitive spot, applying twisting pressure in time with every buck of his hips.
Her mouth sagged on a silent gasp. Her eyes rounded. Her hands dug tighter into his glutes, possessive and urgent, and the friction between their bodies became so beautiful, so intense, he thought he’d die from pleasure.
He felt the change in her. The quickening, that fluttering clench of approaching orgasm. His groin turned to fire, impossibly tight and heavy as a prickle of sensation built at the base of his spine.
With each movement it was harder to believe they were two separate entities. Her tension was his. Her delight. Her building climax.
Then it smashed into them. A wave that lifted them high, catapulting them into the unknown.
Adam saw Gisèle’s throat work, heard what might have been his name, and felt a rush of elation and protectiveness as bliss took him.
He wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close as they rode the storm together.
CHAPTER TEN
ADAMRETURNEDFROMdealing with the condom and paused beside the bed. Gisèle’s hair splayed, tangled, across the pillow. But it was the only hint of their earlier abandonment. She lay neatly on her side, one hand beneath the pillow, her knees slightly bent. As if even in sleep she was self-contained.
As if she didn’t need him.
His pulse kicked and discomfort was a wave washing his bare skin. He didn’t know why but the idea appalled.
He hesitated. With any other lover he’d slide in beside her and gather her close. There’d be more sex before morning arrived.
He raked his hair, blunt nails scratching his scalp in an effort to get his brain working. But it wouldn’t. It was stuck on the fact she’d been a virgin.
A virgin!
The soignée spokeswoman leading one of the world’s most elite companies.
The sexy woman who’d stirred his libido in a short film clip viewed half a world away.
The woman he’d lusted after for weeks. Who’d given him one of the most spectacular sexual experiences of his life. Who wore the reddened mark of beard rash on her throat from his stubble. It dismayed him that he’d hurt her, however inadvertently. Yet he couldn’t deny secret satisfaction, seeing that mark.
‘If you don’t want to come back to bed,’ said a small voice, ‘that’s okay.’
Her eyes were misty grey slits in the lamplight. Instantly Adam sat, brushing her hair off her face, needing to see her expression.
And because he couldn’t resist touching her.
With her satiny hair, soft skin and velvety embrace, she was the epitome of femininity. Yet she was strong, her lithe body a perfect match for his, and her mind... She was a woman to be reckoned with.
‘I want nothing more than to share the bed with you,’ he admitted in a gravel voice. ‘But I wondered if you wanted privacy.’
Their eyes met and familiar heat blasted him. He breathed deep and slow, willing away his too-ready erection.
Gisèle lifted the covers and wriggled back across the bed. He got in, gritting his teeth as she snuggled against his side, the weight of her breasts against him, the down at the apex of her thighs tickling his hip when she lifted one smooth thigh over his.
He shifted, trying to distract himself from her innocently arousing touch. Frantic, he turned his brain to the financial implications of another deal he was considering. But profits, losses and turnover couldn’t compete with Gisèle, naked and nubile.
She moved her head against his shoulder, her lips brushing his skin and making his molars clench with the effort of not reacting. ‘What’s the cologne you wear?’
‘Sorry?’ He was battling arousal and she was asking about colognes?