Page 49 of Virgin's Stolen Nights with the Boss

And then, just like that, he did what they both knew was inevitable—what she had ached for last night. He kissed her fiercely, his mouth so full of demand that had he not held her so tightly she would have toppled over.

His jaw was rough and his tongue was probing—but then he suddenly pulled back, conflicted. ‘We can’t do this.’

‘Why not?’ she asked.

He stared down at her.

‘Youknowwhy! Carmen, I don’t want to mess things up here.’

She could see he was struggling to explain.

‘I don’t do relationships...’ he said.

‘I already know that.’ She stared back at him. ‘And I told you last night that I don’t either.’

His mouth came down on hers again, and the kiss felt like an elixir, like nectar, and she kissed him back as if she knew how...because with Elias she did.

The skin of his neck was warm, and she coiled her slender arms around it and whimpered in relief as his hands slid beneath her T-shirt to her breasts.

‘Oh...’ she moaned as he freed her from her bra. ‘Please...’

She straightened her arms above her head as he slid off her T-shirt and then greedily tugged at his, unable to wait a moment longer to feel his naked chest on her skin.

When it finally happened, it was sublime.

Bare skin...pressing, touching, sliding...but then he pulled his mouth away.

‘Don’t stop!’ she panted, stunned that she could so readily want this. It was as if he had found the lost key to her defences, and she was terrified to lose the moment. There was more than a kiss required to soothe this burning.

‘I want this...’

He crushed her lips with his mouth then, and she felt all his power. She liked it that he hadn’t made promises that he would never keep—Carmen had had a lifetime of that. And she liked it that he did not want to invade her world.

‘I want you...now...’

Now.

Her loneliness was hushed. Not just the ache for home, but the dark pit of emptiness was gone too, as if she’d come alive under his mouth and the grip of his hands.

He kissed her as he lowered her down onto the couch and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Deep, hungry kisses that made her feel both soothed and desperate. The best kisses possible because their faces were level.

His impatient hands lifted her skirt, so that it bunched around her hips.

If this was what she had been scared of, what she had avoided, then she did not know why. Because this was incredible.

She was the one driving this forward as she unhooked his jodhpurs. It had been on the cards, she realised, since the moment she had arrived in his pristine yard, and now all order and control was gone.

Elias had spent half a decade holding himself in check, never allowing himself to sink into the moment, or lose himself to pure pleasure. From every angle and in every way he exerted control. But now he felt it slipping away...

His office, his order—all was forgotten as they explored each other’s mouths and bodies. He felt her hand gripping him, stroking him, too tentative and delicate a touch when his body was on fire.

He slid his hand into her knickers and felt that she was ready, so wet and ready, and he heard her throaty gasps as he encircled his base.

‘Please...’

He could wait no longer. He pulled her knickers aside and eased himself into position—then thrust in with all the passion she demanded.

He was shocked at what could only be the tearing of virgin flesh...

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