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themselves.
    ‘Beautiful,’ he murmured. ‘Beautiful. Do you always wear such exquisite lingerie? Did you wear it for me, Eve?’
    She felt a feline glow of pleasure. ‘But of course.’ She tiptoed her fingers beneath his shirt and luxuriously began to trickle her fingers over the silken flesh, to alight on one small, hard nipple and to circle it.
    He closed his eyes. ‘That’s good.’
    His appreciation gave her the encouragement to begin to unbutton his shirt. She might not have done this for a long time, but she wasn’t a complete novice and she sighed with pleasure as, bit by bit, she bared his chest, then peeled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Then she dipped her head and gently bit on his nipple, and he groaned before shaking his head. He wanted her naked, and quickly.
    Yet he had never felt quite so preoccupied whileundressing a woman, revelling in the sensation of laying her bare. He skimmed off the skirt, the stockings and the panties and then, finally, untied the pink ribbon which bound her hair in the plait.
    ‘Like unwrapping a birthday present,’ he said as the hair spilled down over her shoulders, all over her tiny breasts.
    She kissed a nipple and felt him shudder. ‘When’s your birthday?’
    ‘August,’ he said distractedly as he kicked off his shoes and swiftly divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
    August was months away, and fleetingly she found herself wondering whether they would still be lovers then, but at that moment he lay down on the bed and pulled her on top of him and their warm flesh mingled as he began to kiss her and Eve stopped thinking completely.
    He touched her and kissed her with expert lips and fingers, which soon had her making tiny little yelps of disbelief that something could feel so good. But he did it with a certain sense of wonder, too, as if she were the first woman he had ever made love to, and fleetingly she found herself thinking that he had seduction honed to a fine and flattering art.
    His eyes were glittering with hot, black fire as he moved above her and she felt strangely and inexplicably shy when at last he entered her with one long, silken thrust.
    He wrapped a strand of her hair possessively around his finger as he felt her tighten around him. ‘Is that good?’
    ‘It’s…’ But then he moved and the words were forgotten, her nails digging into his shoulders and herlegs wrapping themselves sinuously around his back, pleased when he gave a low moan of pleasure.
    ‘And that?’
    ‘Yes!’
    He moved inside her until she felt that she would die with the sheer pleasure of it, and when finally the slow stealth of pleasure exploded into unstoppable fulfillment she was taken aback by the sheer, devastating power of it. Her body continued to tremble as she felt him shudder helplessly in her arms.
    They lay there for a while, sweat-sheened bodies locked in the trembling aftermath, until eventually he raised his dark head, kissed the tip of her nose and looked down at her, a rueful smile touching his mouth.
    ‘Well?’ he sighed.
    She met his eyes. ‘Well?’
    He laughed, and while the rich, warm sound made her feel safe, it also made her aware of her own insecurities. But that was what happened, wasn’t it? She didn’t know his sense of humour, or his favourite colour or even where he lived. You met a man and you began an affair with him, and there was always uncertainty about what the future would bring.
    He kissed her, his body beginning to ache again and, instinctively, he moved once more, but Eve stilled him with a cautious finger to his lips. ‘Be careful.’
    He understood immediately and slowly withdrew from her, and the regretful little sigh he made at leaving her made Eve lie back against the pillows, a contented smile of satisfaction on her face. She pillowed her head on her hands and her hair spilled over her like syrup.
    ‘Let me use the bathroom,’ he groaned as his eyes lingered on her rose and white nakedness. ‘Stay