‘You shall have it. You shall have everything, cara,’ he promised thickly. ‘First we do not need these.’
She lay there as he skilfully removed the rest of her clothing, exposing her to his hungry, burning gaze, and wondered if she had spoken out loud or had he read her mind again?
Very soon it no longer seemed to matter. But as they kissed and he caressed her until every cell in her body was on fire Eve learnt there were benefits to having a man who knew what you wanted before you did!
When she had reached a point where she was one ache, he levered himself up into a kneeling position and slid down the zip on his trousers, holding her eyes and only breaking contact to slide them down his long legs, his boxers swiftly following.
‘Oh, mercy!’
He laughed and touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb, then met her lips with his, drinking in her sweet flavour, savouring the taste, the erotic movement of her tongue against his.
‘I want to taste all of you.’
His voice was like smoke as it clung; it seeped into every corner of her. Above it was the thunderous clamour of her heart.
‘Relax, enjoy it, cara,’ he whispered in her ear.
The intimacy of his touch, the audacious and shockingly effective caresses of his mouth and tongue should have shocked her virginal sensibilities, but Eve felt only pleasure as she moved against his hand and his mouth, letting him drive her to the edge again and again.
As her hand closed around the hard, silky thickness of his shaft he gasped and groaned. ‘I have to have you, Eve, now.’
She opened her legs in silent invitation and when he moved over her, she lifted her hips to open herself for him. The first deep thrust took her breath away but as he started to move she realised there was more…and with each successive measured thrust of his hips he drove her deeper and deeper into the heart of the heat that burned inside her, until she was the heat.
The climax when it hit her was so intense that her cry rivalled the feral moan that emanated from his chest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’
Eve glanced towards the bed and immediately regretted it as he was looking magnificently rumpled. ‘Getting dressed,’ she mumbled.
‘So why are you wrapped in the duvet?’
‘Because I’m cold.’ She would be after a cold shower.
‘Right, because for a minute there I thought you might be going coy on me.’
She felt the embarrassed heat climb to her cheeks. Draco was right: it was absurd. He had got out of bed stark naked earlier and been totally relaxed, but the idea of him seeing her naked in daylight had sent her under the duvet. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ she scorned.
‘Considering there is not an inch of your body I have not explored…of course if I missed anywhere…’
He hadn’t; he had even kissed the small fresh scar from the mole removal and told her they both had one. His, she had learnt, was from a skiing accident. She had kissed it too… She pushed the memory away, but she couldn’t push away the warmth that remained low in her pelvis.