‘I’m not “practically naked”!’ She drew the robe tighter around her. A nun couldn’t be more heavily protected! However, she was excruciatingly aware of her nudity underneath, of her nipples rubbing against the coarse cotton, turning them into erect, sensitised peaks. ‘And I didn’t come here…’
‘I know. If you were the sort of woman who came into my room to proposition me, with nothing on but a flimsy dressing gown, then I wouldn’t be interested. But that wouldn’t be you, would it?’ He bent down and teased her parted mouth with his tongue. He could have had her there and then, his need was so overpowering, but he fought down the impulse to rush. He wanted to take this slowly, wanted to savour the taste of every bit of her.
‘There’s no need for you to apologise about…anything.’ He caressed her neck as he continued to kiss her. He couldn’t even break apart to talk so he murmured into her mouth.
Amy felt her bones turn to jelly. This was utter madness! Impulsive or not, she had never been so impulsive that she had hopped into bed with a man because she fancied him. There had always been a build-up. Dates, the gradual exploration of personalities, some sort of real friendship. This was in another league altogether. It was primitive, fast and brutal in the way it had caught her off guard. This was no delicate, gradual process. She didn’t want him pulling away. She didn’t even want him talking. She just wanted him to yank open her towelling robe and drag her onto the bed! What next? she wondered shakily. Would the ground suddenly start moving under her feet, as it did in soppy love songs when two people kissed?
In a daze, she was aware of him pulling her towards the bed. She was also aware that he was as fantastically turned on as she was. She felt faint. Against his boxers, his erection was huge.
Rafael leaned over her. Her fair hair spilled across the pillow and she was still clutching that robe as if her life depended on it.
‘There’s still time for you to…change your mind.’ He dredged up the last civilised bone in his body. ‘The door’s right there and I won’t stop you if you decide you want to use it.’
Amy eyed it. ‘I don’t normally…do this sort of thing…’
‘What sort of thing? The men sort of thing?’
‘The jumping-into-bed-with-a-man-after-one-day sort of thing…’
‘I knew we’d find something in common. I’m going to take my boxers off now. Think you want me to do that?’
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She watched and gulped. She wasn’t one to make comparisons but…
Rafael frowned. ‘What’s the matter?’ If she was going to back out now! He doubted whether a cold shower would come anywhere close to doing the trick. He slid onto the bed next to her and turned her to face him.
‘You’re gripping that robe for dear life. Why? If you want me…’
‘You’re…quite big, aren’t you?’
Rafael looked at her in frank astonishment. ‘Six foot one. I wouldn’t call myself a giant.’
‘No. I mean…down there…’
The penny dropped and Rafael smiled slowly at her. ‘And that scares you?’ He gently eased her clenched fist from the robe and guided it down until she tentatively circled him with her fingers.
Yes, she thought wildly, but it was also impressive.
‘Some simple biology,’ he breathed unsteadily as her hand found its own rhythm and he was free to let his own hands wander, under the robe and along her waist, then upwards to her breast. At this point he had to cling to his self-control, especially as her rhythm was now quickening. ‘A woman is built to accommodate a man, whatever his size. And you’ll have to stop…doing what you’re doing…’ he put his hand over hers ‘…or else I won’t be responsible for my body doing what comes naturally…’
His breathing steadied but it took a while and gave him a glimpse of a forgotten world. The world in which passion ruled intellect and sex was purely pleasurable rather than an essentially well-mannered meeting of bodies. How long had it been since he had had to fight not to lose control?
He pushed her onto her back and pinned her hands against the pillow so that he could straddle her. The robe had dropped open, revealing the perfection of her breasts.
Rafael drew his breath in swiftly. Her big, rosy nipples begged for his attention. With deliberate slowness, he peeled the robe back further.
Amy squirmed in eager anticipation. Rafael was holding her down, but she felt faint with excitement. She almost didn’t want him to let her go, but then if he hadn’t, how could he do what he was doing now? Kissing her neck until she quivered? Moving slowly down so that he could begin to suckle on her nipple, which was such an agonisingly pleasurable sensation that Amy could only gasp and wriggle against his determined mouth.