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right,’ he breathed huskily, expertly reversing positions so that he was the dominant one now, on top of her. ‘I’ve always found talking superfluous between the sheets...’
Sophie sadly thanked her lucky stars that she had ended her rambling conversation before she could really begin to bore him witless. If he didn’t care for women talking when they were in bed with him, then she shuddered to think what he might feel if she began weeping like a baby and clutching him like a life jacket flung into stormy seas to a drowning man.
Javier lowered himself and began to kiss her. He started with her mouth and he took his time there, until she was whimpering and squirming, then he moved to her succulent breasts, nibbling and nipping and suckling. Her skin was like satin, velvety smooth and warm. When he began to lick her stomach, her sides, the path down to her belly button, she moaned with fevered impatience.
She reached down compulsively and tangled her fingers in his hair.
‘Javier!’
Sophie met his darkened gaze and blushed furiously. ‘What...are you doing?’
‘Trust me,’ he murmured roughly. ‘I’m taking you to heaven...’ He gently pushed her thighs open and she fell back, then sucked in a shocked breath. The delicate darting of his tongue as he explored her was agonisingly, explosively erotic.
She moved against his mouth, rocking and undulating her hips, and groaning so loudly that it was a blessing the house was empty. She arched up, pushing herself into that slickly exploring tongue, and cried out when two fingers, gently inserted into her wetness, ratcheted up the wildly soaring sensations racing through her as fast as quicksilver.
‘I’m going to...’ She could scarcely get the words out before a shattering orgasm ripped through her and she clutched the sheets, driving herself upwards as his big hands supported her tightened buttocks.
It was an orgasm that went on and on, taking her to heights she had never dreamed possible, before subsiding, returning her gently back to planet Earth.
She scrambled onto her elbows, intent on apologising for being so selfish, but Javier was already out of the bed and rooting through his trousers.
It was only when he began putting on protection that it dawned on her what he was doing.
The last thing he would want was a pregnancy.
She barely had time to register the treacherous stab of curiosity that filled her head... What would a baby created by them look like?
‘Lie back,’ he urged with a wolfish grin. ‘The fun is only beginning...’
SOPHIE QUIVERED WITH anticipation but this time it was her decision to take things slowly. He had pleasured her in the most intimate and wonderful way possible and now it was her turn to give.
She wriggled so that she was kneeling and gently pushed him so that he was lying down. His initial expression of surprise quickly gave way to one of wicked understanding that she wanted the opportunity to take the reins instead of leaving it all to him.
‘No touching,’ she whispered huskily.
‘That’s going to be impossible.’
‘You’re going to have to fold your hands behind your head.’ She grinned and then looked at him with haughty reprimand. ‘It’s only what you asked me to do.’
‘Well, then,’ he drawled, ‘I’d better obey, hadn’t I?’ He lay back, arms folded behind his head. He could have watched that glorious body for ever, the shapely indent of her waist, the full heaviness of her breasts, the perfect outline of her nipples, the scattering of freckles along her collarbone, that tiny mole on the side of her left breast...
Her eyes were modestly diverted but he knew that she was aware of him with every ounce of her being and that was a real turn on for him.
He’d never felt so alive to the business of making love. Somehow, he was functioning on another level, where every sensation was heightened to almost unbearable limits.
Was it because he was finally making love to the one woman who had escaped him? Was this what it felt like finally to settle old scores?
Would he be feeling this had he had her the first time round? No. That was a given. However crazy he’d been about her, he knew far more about himself now than he had back then. He knew that he wasn’t cut out for permanence. If they had slept together, carried on seeing one another, if circumstances hadn’t interrupted their relationship, it still wouldn’t have lasted. Because, whether he liked it or not, he’d been focused on one thing and one thing only—the acquisition of the sort of wealth that would empower him, afford him the financial security he had never had growing up.
He no longer questioned his motivation, if indeed he ever had. Some things were ingrained, like scores from a branding iron, and that was one of them.
He had no burning desire for children and not once, over the years, had any of the women he had dated given him pause for thought. He expected that if he ever married—and it was a big if—it would be a marriage of convenience, a union years down the road with a suitable woman who would make him an acceptable companion with whom to see in his retirement. A woman of independent means, because the world was full of gold-diggers, who enjoyed the same things he enjoyed and would make no demands on him. He would look for a harmonious relationship.
Harmony in his fading years would be acceptable. Until then, he would make do with his string of women, all beautiful, all amenable, all willing to please and all so easily placated with jewellery and gifts if he ended up being unreliable.
They were all a known quantity and, in a life driven by ambition, it was soothing to have a private life where there were no surprises.
Except, right now, Sophie was the exception to the rule, and a necessary exception.
And he was enjoying every minute of her.
She straddled him and he looked down, to the slickness between her legs, and then up as she leant over him so that she could tease his hungry mouth with her dangling breasts.
He was allowed to lick, but only for a while, and allowed to suckle, but only for a while.
And he wasn’t allowed to touch, which meant he had to fight off the agonising urge to pull her down so that she was on top of him and take her.
She did to him what he had done to her. She explored his torso with her mouth. She kissed the bunched muscles of his shoulders and then circled his flat, brown nipples with her mouth so that she could drizzle her tongue over them with licks as dainty as a cat’s.
She could feel the demanding throb of his erection against her but it was only when she moved lower down his body that she circled its massive girth with her hand, pressing down firmly and somehow knowing what to do, how to elicit those groans from him, how to sharpen his breathing until each breath was accompanied by a shudder.
Instinct.
Or something else. Love. Love that had been born all those years ago and had forgotten that it was supposed to die. Like a weed, it had clung and survived the worst possible conditions so that now it could resume its steady growth. Against all odds and against all better judgement.
Well, worse conditions loomed round the corner, but before she encountered those she would enjoy this night to the absolute fullest.
She straightened, eyes dark with desire, and half-smiled with a sense of heady power as she registered his utter lack of control. She might be the inexperienced one here, but when it came to the power of lust she wasn’t the only one to be in its grip. She wasn’t the only one who was out of control.
And that balanced the scales a bit.
Hot and consumed with a sense of recklessness she would never have thought possible, she sat astride him so that he could breathe