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spilling into his hands, and with a deep groan he ducked his head and grazed his lips over the soft, sweet flesh heâd exposed.
He didnât know what he was doing here. He was past caring, past thinking rationally. He just knew he needed Daisy as heâd never needed any woman, and if he didnât have her in the next few minutes, he was going to explode.
And he had a feeling it was mutual.
Her eyes were wild, her soft, sweet lips parted, her head tipped back as he suckled deeply on first one taut, pebbled nipple and then the other.
âBenâ¦!â
âIâm right here, Daisy,â he grated, his breath heaving, his heart trying to escape from his chest, and her hands were on him, pulling his shirt out and flattening her palms against his ribcage, gasping as he tugged down the zip of her jeans and eased them over the ripe, sweet swell of her hips so he could cup her bottom and drag her up against him.
Oh, lord, she was going to go up in flames! His skin was hot, taut over the muscles beneath. She wanted more, wanted to feel the rest of him, wanted to touch him, hold him, look at him, but her fingers were struggling with his belt, and she was whimpering with frustration. If she couldnât get his belt undoneâ
He swatted her hands aside gently and ripped the shirt off, dealt with the belt and the stud and the zip and shuckedthe lot in one hasty and desperate movement, and her legs buckled.
She gasped as he pulled her back into his arms and their bodies came firmly into contact from top to toe. Well, knee. Her jeans were still there, but not for much longer, apparently. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, dropped her into the middle of the bed, stripped off her jeans and came down beside her, the condom in his hands.
âLet me,â she said, taking it from him with her trembling, uncoordinated fingers. The first intimate touch of her hands made him suck in his breath in a shuddering groan, and then he was rolling her under him and sinking into her, filling her, and her scream cut through the air.
He shifted up a gear, drove into her and felt her rising to meet him, her body straining against his.
âBen, please! I needâ¦â
âIâm here,â he growled. âIâm right with you, Daisy. Come with meâplease, come with me.â
He felt her body tighten, heard her breath catch as she bucked against him, and then he was lost in a climax so devastating that he thought he might have died.
As the last shudders faded from their taut, sweat-slicked bodies, he rolled them to their sides, gathered her into his arms and closed his eyes.
He felt in shock. Never before. Not like that. He heard her breathing slow, and then another shudder, a tiny one, almost a sob, ran through her and he cradled her gently against his heart and held her while the last of the emotions roiling through them faded to a more manageable level.
Then, and only then, did he open his eyes and move his head so he could see her face.
It was streaked with tears, her eyes soft and luminous, her mouth swollen and rosy from his kisses, and he brushed his knuckles lightly over her cheek.
âAre you OK?â he murmured.
âI think so. Not sure. If you let me have my brain back, maybe I can work it out?â
It was so ridiculous he started to laugh, and once he started, he couldnât stop. Neither could she, and they lay there all but sobbing with laughter as the last dregs of emotion ebbed away. Then she lifted her hand and touched his face, her fingertips brushing lightly over the tiny cut above his eyebrow.
âThat was amazing, Ben,â she said softly, and her eyes were so nakedly revealing he felt guilt tear through him, because he shouldnât have done it, shouldnât have touched her, held her, taken that sweet, precious gift sheâd offered.
They were destined for disaster. What the hell had he been thinking about?
He closed his eyes and rolled away from
He didnât know what he was doing here. He was past caring, past thinking rationally. He just knew he needed Daisy as heâd never needed any woman, and if he didnât have her in the next few minutes, he was going to explode.
And he had a feeling it was mutual.
Her eyes were wild, her soft, sweet lips parted, her head tipped back as he suckled deeply on first one taut, pebbled nipple and then the other.
âBenâ¦!â
âIâm right here, Daisy,â he grated, his breath heaving, his heart trying to escape from his chest, and her hands were on him, pulling his shirt out and flattening her palms against his ribcage, gasping as he tugged down the zip of her jeans and eased them over the ripe, sweet swell of her hips so he could cup her bottom and drag her up against him.
Oh, lord, she was going to go up in flames! His skin was hot, taut over the muscles beneath. She wanted more, wanted to feel the rest of him, wanted to touch him, hold him, look at him, but her fingers were struggling with his belt, and she was whimpering with frustration. If she couldnât get his belt undoneâ
He swatted her hands aside gently and ripped the shirt off, dealt with the belt and the stud and the zip and shuckedthe lot in one hasty and desperate movement, and her legs buckled.
She gasped as he pulled her back into his arms and their bodies came firmly into contact from top to toe. Well, knee. Her jeans were still there, but not for much longer, apparently. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, dropped her into the middle of the bed, stripped off her jeans and came down beside her, the condom in his hands.
âLet me,â she said, taking it from him with her trembling, uncoordinated fingers. The first intimate touch of her hands made him suck in his breath in a shuddering groan, and then he was rolling her under him and sinking into her, filling her, and her scream cut through the air.
He shifted up a gear, drove into her and felt her rising to meet him, her body straining against his.
âBen, please! I needâ¦â
âIâm here,â he growled. âIâm right with you, Daisy. Come with meâplease, come with me.â
He felt her body tighten, heard her breath catch as she bucked against him, and then he was lost in a climax so devastating that he thought he might have died.
As the last shudders faded from their taut, sweat-slicked bodies, he rolled them to their sides, gathered her into his arms and closed his eyes.
He felt in shock. Never before. Not like that. He heard her breathing slow, and then another shudder, a tiny one, almost a sob, ran through her and he cradled her gently against his heart and held her while the last of the emotions roiling through them faded to a more manageable level.
Then, and only then, did he open his eyes and move his head so he could see her face.
It was streaked with tears, her eyes soft and luminous, her mouth swollen and rosy from his kisses, and he brushed his knuckles lightly over her cheek.
âAre you OK?â he murmured.
âI think so. Not sure. If you let me have my brain back, maybe I can work it out?â
It was so ridiculous he started to laugh, and once he started, he couldnât stop. Neither could she, and they lay there all but sobbing with laughter as the last dregs of emotion ebbed away. Then she lifted her hand and touched his face, her fingertips brushing lightly over the tiny cut above his eyebrow.
âThat was amazing, Ben,â she said softly, and her eyes were so nakedly revealing he felt guilt tear through him, because he shouldnât have done it, shouldnât have touched her, held her, taken that sweet, precious gift sheâd offered.
They were destined for disaster. What the hell had he been thinking about?
He closed his eyes and rolled away from
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