Page 23 of Undoing His Innocent Enemy (Hot Winter Escapes)

Panic assailed her. Had he changed his mind? Had she ruined it?

She grasped his arm, felt the ripple of muscle, making her frantic.

‘Please, it’s not... It’s not a problem at all. It’s just really surprising. And flattering,’ she said, desperate to stop him from getting dressed again.

He’d never done it before with anyone. And he wanted to do it with her. Why did that suddenly feel like a massively big deal? She suspected his decision had more to do with opportunity than anything else. Just as hers had. Had he ever had a woman here before? Exactly how long had he lived here alone?

But even so, she felt the lump of emotion swell in her throat when he continued to stare at her, and assess her statement, with that blank look on his face—as if his emotions were not for public consumption. Ever.

Maybe he had only picked her because she had literally landed in his lap. And thrown herself at him. But it still made her feel special and important—in a way Barry O’Connell and the other guys she’d kissed as an inquisitive teen never had.

She gulped down the lump still expanding in her throat.

Now, don’t go getting ahead of yourself. This is still just endorphins and chemistry and opportunity and sex...

But she was betting sex with Logan Colton—the most accomplished virgin in the northern hemisphere—would be really, really spectacular sex.

As long as she hadn’t messed up her chance.

He slung his sweatpants back on the bed—and relief rushed through her. The intense look on his face was unnerving, but she could still see the fierce arousal in his gaze.

And that prodigious erection—which he seemed remarkably relaxed about—hadn’t deflated one bit. That had to be a good sign.

‘You are sure?’ he said at last.

Her breath released in an audible sigh.

‘Yes, I’m totally positive. It’s grand.’ Her gaze dipped to that gorgeous column of erect flesh—which she suspected no other woman had even seen before her.

‘Could I...?’ she began, then had to swallow past the newest constriction in her throat.

Oh, for pity’s sake, Cara. This is your first time too, and weren’t you just after telling him it’s not a big deal?

‘Can I touch you?’ she asked.

He seemed to consider the question. Then nodded. ‘Yes.’

She let out a nervous half-laugh, stupidly touched by his total lack of guile.

He didn’t seem to be remotely embarrassed by his lack of experience. So why the heck was she?

‘That’s grand, then,’ she said, feeling both strangely euphoric and also oddly moved.

Maybe this wasn’t that big a deal to him. But in a lot of ways, it was to her.

Why had she waited so long to have sex? Why had she denied herself this experience?

Maybe because the few intimate encounters she’d had had been fraught with nerves and embarrassment—and marred by the spectre of her father’s judgment. But this felt somehow new and different and impossibly exhilarating. Because for the first time ever, it felt as if there was no judgment here. And nothing to prove.

This was all about the elemental attraction between them and nothing more.

And after too many painfully self-conscious encounters in her teens, she found that impossibly liberating.

She sank to her knees in front of him. Then glanced up at his face when he grunted.

His gaze was bold as he threaded his fingers into her hair, caressing her scalp, his expression so full of that fierce yearning she was captivated. And humbled.

She curled her fingers around his hard shaft. A shot of adrenaline reverberated in her core when he shuddered.

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