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She had to stretch to take him. His hands tightened around her shins as he held her legs where they were, pressed against his chest. In instinct or in panic she pushed back, but his shoulders just dug deeper into her calves.
And her hips tilted up, greedy for more.
‘Ohhh,’ she moaned.
He gave her what she wanted, burrowing into her steadily until she’d taken all of him. Her nipples peaked and tendrils of lighting shot out from her sensitive nub when he ground against her.
‘So good,’ he breathed.
She caught at him, at the cushions behind her head, anything she could latch onto.
But then he started moving, and she had no sense of time or place. All she knew was him and the perfect way their bodies came together. He pumped into her, slowly at first and then with more insistence. Harder. Faster. His hips swung in a wide arc, pulling back to almost leave her before plunging in deep yet again.
Her toes pointed straight up in the air, her heels close to his ears.
It was overwhelming. Primal. Undeniable.
And then she was coming again, over and over. One big wave came at her after another. She cried out in completion and he thrust hard, driving home. His head snapped back and a masculine groan filled the air. His fingers bit into her hips, and then one last wave took her under.
When her senses righted, Elena opened her eyes. Alex was braced over her, his weight on his arms as he tried to catch his breath. His muscled chest was working and his eyes were bright and clear. Firelight flickered over them, making shadows dance on the wall.
She pulled her legs down, and they both grunted as their connection shifted. His erection had softened, but he was still buried inside her.
A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead and splattered against her chest. He wiped it up with his fingertips, but then cupped her breast possessively.
‘No running away this time,’ he said, his voice quiet but fierce. He moved in for one last kiss. ‘Stay with me.’
Chapter Seven
Alex was disconcerted when he awoke. For once, his body wasn’t tense and his senses weren’t on alert. All was still around him. The bed was warm and comfortable. The mattress accommodated his height and the covers didn’t scratch. Most confusing, though, it wasn’t the dead of night. Early tendrils of light, really just the hint of them, were brightening the east-facing window.
It hit him then. He was out. He was free, and he’d slept the whole night through.
Again.
Rolling onto his back, he stretched. His head was foggy and his body was logy. He wasn’t used to getting so much sleep, even though he craved it. He’d developed such a light trigger that the drip of a faucet or the creak of a floorboard could set him off.
Learned behaviour could become as sharp as instinct.
And instinct told him he was alone.
He reached for the other side of the bed, but he knew without opening his eyes that Elena wasn’t there. Her heat wasn’t warming the sheets. Her slight weight wasn’t rolling towards him, and he didn’t hear her soft breaths.
The fact that she was gone didn’t surprise him.
He rubbed his hand over his chest.
With a sigh, he dropped his arm over his head against the pillow. He just couldn’t seem to help himself around her. The little waif had gotten under his skin, which wasn’t a good thing. He knew the danger of allowing her close. He still didn’t know her intentions, although everything Leonard had told him about her had proven true. She was an economics student at NYU, and apparently a good one. She’d ranked near the top of her undergraduate class and had achieved her master’s degree with honours. She was working on her doctorate, but he couldn’t get past one thing.
She was a Bardot.
At once, his brain cleared. His dulled senses tingled in warning, and he sat straight up in bed.
His office.Shit.
His hand fisted in the sheet. It was in the adjoining room and full of sensitive information, business as well as private. There were things in there she could not see.
Had she gone through his papers? Would he have heard her? He’d been out cold.
