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incredible,’ he said, sliding his hand up her thigh with a strong, foreign feeling of possessiveness. He wanted to know more. She was an unpredictable enigma. He wanted to unwrap her—wanted to know why she was so hungry,why she’d hesitated, why she’d done this with him and none of the others. Why she was famed for saying no when she clearly loved to say yes.
    But first he wanted the rest of it.
    Lena wriggled, restless for him to finally get that perfect piece of masculinity right into where she was wet and wanting and waiting. She’d had her orgasm—more than one—but it seemed they weren’t enough. The ache inside could only be filled by finishing this off completely. And she wanted to see him finish.
    She reached to hold his face between her palms, brought him down to kiss him. Her body rocked beneath his, begging for him to join with her. Passion overtook her initial tease. Suddenly wild again with need, she grabbed his tight butt and pulled him towards her, rubbing the head of his erection between her legs, and thrust her hips. ‘Condom!’ She screamed her demand before she lost her mind completely.
    Panting, he flung back onto his knees, fingers digging through the mess of material for his pocket and his wallet. Working fast to roll on the protection.
    Impatiently she watched the play of muscles under his gleaming skin as he moved, drinking in the rush of his breath and the pent-up energy in his actions. She moved restlessly. She couldn’t wait any longer. He glanced up and caught her—his eyes dark, fierce, more potent than any drug. Swiftly he arched, covering her body with his. Held fast by his intent gaze, she stilled for that magical moment before it all changed.
    It blazed in his face a split second before he moved. Pleasure, such pure, profound pleasure.
    She gasped, sucking in a deep breath that she held for ever as the incredible feeling of him rippled through her. She shook her head, shivering from the inside out, her bodyconvulsing with excitement. Through her fast-tunnelling vision she saw his hand clenching hard into a fist beside her. His knuckles marble white. She looked back up to his face and read the agony there, the painful determination to hold his control. Pure, power-filled delight bubbled from within, finding release in a breathy laugh. His tension broke and he smiled down at her. She bit her lip as the intensity within her sharpened to overwhelming and emotional. Her eyelids lowered—just enough for some respite from this attraction. He was so gorgeous and so focused on her and making her feel so good, it almost made her cry.
    â€˜Don’t stop.’ His fingers teased her lightly under her jaw. ‘I like hearing you laugh.’
    Oh, yes, he was nice. He moved and her split second of emotional hunger slipped as carnal delight resurged. She smiled but her laugh didn’t sound, because just as it began he swooped to kiss her, breathing in her joy.
    That kiss trebled her pleasure, and her eyes did water then as an intense feeling of happiness swamped her. She closed her eyes but opened deeper for him, arching, helplessly inviting him to share with her in a way she’d never shared with another. Purely physical, yes, but purely free.
    He wrapped his arms around her, his hands firmly drawing her closer until they were locked in a snug embrace, skin to skin, pressed together from lips to toes. She clung, her arms crossed tight across his shoulders as he moved powerfully into her. But also, just holding him. Close and caring. She felt more caring, and more cared for than she’d ever expected she would from a brief encounter. Despite the driving passion, the blatantly basic attraction that had pulled them to this point so fast and so ferociously, he was tender. And so good. As he moved within her, watching her, ensuring she got the pleasure she sought, her feelings deepened—she softened, welcomed, gave. Some secret part