Hold back for what? This was everything he wanted, right here, right now in Helena’s arms, melting into her soft curves, the weight of her generous breasts pressed against him.
This was the moment dreams were made of and he was not going to be so foolish as to let it go, not when the hunger in Helena’s eyes, her kisses, her touch matched the hunger thrumming through him.
In one sudden movement, he rolled her onto her back and gazed down at her beautiful face as he positioned himself between her legs.
She stared back at him, her eyes as molten as the blood in his veins.
The breaths coming from her kiss-bruised lips were ragged. Desire coloured her high cheekbones.
There was nothing—nothing—to stop him giving her what she wanted...and what he wanted.
Still gazing into her eyes, he placed his hands on her thighs and parted them, allowing his arousal access right where it needed to be.
Theos, she was trembling. He was trembling.
Bowing his head to ravage her mouth, he closed his eyes and drove himself as deep as he could go inside her. Theos, she was tighter than he’d envisaged...
But, as a pleasure he’d never known before suffused him, a part of his brain woke up, needling him that something was wrong. It took a beat to understand what that something was.
It was the suck of air Helena had taken when he’d driven into her. The slight resistance...
Surely not?
But then she shifted beneath him, her lips found his, her warm hands cradled his head and she was urging him with her body to finish what he’d started and all his thoughts flew away as he succumbed to the pleasure of making love to this ravishing woman.
Helena felt as if she was dancing in Theo’s flames. The flames licked through her, stoking the furnace of pleasure, reducing to ashes the small sting of pain she’d felt when he’d first entered her.
The chemistry between them had always been so strong that she’d known making love would be wonderful but she’d never known it would be like this, that he would fill her so completely or that the strokes he made as he thrust deeply inside her would bring to life so many new sensations. Pulses of sunshine careered through her, a pleasure she felt from the tips of her fingers to the pads of her toes.
Finally, she understood why making love to Theo had been so important to her. She’d been a virgin but she’d known instinctively that this would be the ultimate act of closeness between them, a fusion of two bodies, a fusion between herself and the man she loved...
She didn’t want it to end but the pleasure was just too new and intense to hold back. She was climbing a roller coaster and the exhilarating plunge was in sight. Raising her thighs higher to allow him even deeper penetration, she hooked her ankles around Theo’s pounding, tight buttocks, gasping his name over and over until the roller coaster ran out of track and suddenly she wasn’t plunging but soaring, flying like a bird over the clouds. She grasped at Theo’s sweat-slicked skin and damp hair, his velvet groans soaking her ears and increasing the pleasure until she reached the rainbow and burst through it right at the moment he made one final thrust and, with a long, strangled noise, collapsed on top of her.
The loud beats of his heart thudded in his ears and tremors racked his body. Theo tried desperately to reach for something concrete, anything that would pull him back to a reality that felt as distant as his childhood. But, even as the strength of his orgasm abated, his senses remained filled with Helena. That was her neck his face was buried in, her sweet, soft skin beneath his mouth, the blood of her life a pulse beating against his cheek. That was her heart thudding so heavily against the beat of his own battered heart. Those were her fingers making soft swirls over his back, her mouth pressed against the top of his head. And that was her slick warmth he was buried so deep inside. He wanted to stay right there and savour this most incredible moment for ever.
Never in his life had he felt such closeness to another person. Never had he been unsure where he ended and another began.
Theos, he had known it would be good between them, but this...
His eyes snapped open as he remembered the sensations and the notion that had entered his head as he had first entered her.
It took more effort than he would have believed to raise himself onto an elbow so he could stare into her dark eyes. There was a dazed quality to them he knew must be mimicked in his own.
He cleared his throat, but before he could speak his phone rang, the ring tone telling him it was Dion.
Swearing under his breath, Theo rolled off her and groped for his shorts. He answered it just before it went to voicemail.
‘Nai?’ he said shortly. Theos, he was having difficulty catching his breath.
He forced his drumming ears to listen closely then disconnected the call.
Running his hands through his hair, he took another deep breath and got to his feet.
‘The stylist is here,’ he said, not looking at Helena, who sat up and backed herself against the wall as he stepped into his shorts. ‘Do you want to shower?’
‘What?’ she croaked.
‘Do you want to take a shower before I send the stylist to you?’
She blinked a number of times. Her glasses were on the floor where he’d unthinkingly discarded them. Theo picked them up and handed them to her.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered. She made no effort to put them on.
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