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Moving his hand, he dragged it down her torso to locate the place where they joined, determined to bring her pleasure back. She jerked as he rubbed the hot nub.

‘Shh,’ he soothed, stroking, inciting, watching as her face began to relax. The tight clasp of her body softened as she relaxed enough to allow him to sink to the hilt.

He gave them both a moment to absorb the sweet shock, but he couldn’t control the urge to move for long.

He rose up, adjusting her hips so his pelvis would rub her clitoris on each thrust. He heard her soft pants as the pleasure built again, flowing towards him in furious waves.

She clung to him, her fingers slipping on his shoulders, her panting breaths spurring him on as the coil at the base of his spine tightened, the exquisite sensations furious and raw.

He thrust harder, faster, and she matched his moves, riding into the storm with him.

The wave slammed into him just as her body clenched around his, the climax exploding through him and into her. He threw back his head, the shout one of fury and pleasure beyond bearing as the mind-blowing orgasm crashed over him. He rode the furious wave, pumping everything he was, everything he had into her as he felt her shatter too.

CHAPTER THREE

WOW.

Bea floated in a pool of bliss as Mason collapsed on top of her with his erection still firm, still huge inside her.

Her lungs heaved as she began to swim towards full consciousness—and she became more aware of all the places her body ached.

She felt... New. Different somehow. More sensual, more aware, braver, bolder. And more herself at last.

Or was that just the afterglow?

She focused on a pinprick of red light winking on the ceiling. Peering past Mason’s muscular shoulder, she spotted a plane flying across the night sky before it disappeared, probably on its way to City Airport.

The inane observation dragged her the rest of the way out of her blissful bubble and into uncomfortable reality.

She gave Mason a soft shove, then flinched when he moved off her... Movedoutof her. A moan escaped.

He rose over her, his expression difficult to decipher in the shadows, but she heard his uneasiness when he cradled her cheek.

‘What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?’

She shook her head, foolish tears stinging her eyelids. She covered his hand and dragged it away from her face, terrified by the emotion swelling in her throat.

Ithadhurt, a little bit, at first. She had no yardstick to measure him against, but she was pretty sure he was not your average guy. She guessed it stood to reason given his height. She’d actually been quite worried when she’d seen that prodigious erection in all its glory for the first time.

But he had been so careful with her, so attuned to her distress—something she really hadn’t expected. Or been prepared for.

Just like she really hadn’t been prepared for how overwhelming it would be, not just having him inside her, but having him give her another, even more powerful release as they’d strained to reach their release together.

Was that why her emotions felt so raw? So wobbly and tender. She’d waited such a long time to have sex, had convinced herself she might never even want it, so the intensity of the orgasms he’d given her had seemed significant. When they really weren’t.

His shoulders relaxed and his forehead touched hers. ‘Good,’ he murmured.

She swallowed, far too aware of his concern for her.

He rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed.

Awareness spread as he stood with his back to her, holding his shorts, then crossed to a door on the other side of the room. She grabbed the sheet to cover herself—suddenly self-conscious—as he switched on the light in the adjoining room. She got a glimpse of a glass shower and quartz tiles—and an eyeful of his magnificent body, and the red marks on his shoulder blades where her nails had dug into his skin. A Celtic design etched across his lower back drew her gaze to his magnificent glutes—and had heat pooling in her abdomen—before he disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

She lay on the bed, listening to the water switch on and eventually off.

Her heartbeat was threatening to choke her by the time he finally reappeared—which seemed to take hours.

Thank goodness he had put his boxers on, although she could still make out the outline of his sex—which looked, if not fully erect, then certainly not limp either.

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