“Do you have any idea how beautiful that was?” he asked, but didn’t give her time to answer. Instead, he pressed into her folds, closing his eyes as her body accepted his. Deeper and deeper, he pressed into her until he was fully inside of her.
He reached for her hair, his fingers tangling in those amazing curls as he began thrusting. With every movement, he heard her mewling, gasping and groaning, driving him even wilder. Faster and faster, he thrust into her until…with every fiber of his being, he held on until he felt her body tighten around his shaft. But after that, he pounded into her tight sheath as his body emptied into hers, his mind draining of everything but the intense, incredible pleasure!
The pinpricks of her nails was his first taste of reality. And it wasn’t that he felt her nails so much as he registered the absence of her fingernails as her hands slowly unclenched from his shoulders.
Her soft sigh reminded him that he was too heavy for her and he groaned, rolling over but holding her, shifting so that her replete body was draped over his. Then his hands dove right back into those amazing curls of hers.
“So soft,” he muttered.
Rachel was still a bit dazed and he smiled up at the ceiling, thinking, “I did that!”
But her hair wasn’t the only soft thing about Rachel. Her back, her waist…her whole body was soft as silk.
“Tarin,” she sighed, wiggling again.
Tarin laughed softly. Lifting up, he kissed her. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, then carefully extricated himself, heading for the bathroom. Quickly, he cleaned up, then came back…only to come to a complete stop. Rachel looked…beautiful! Her auburn curls were going every which way, and her surprisingly long legs were curved, making her butt look extraordinarily enticing. And since she still hadn’t revived after those two orgasms, there was a soft, satisfied smile to her lovely features and his body hardened, just watching her.
She yawned, blinking like a small, sexy kitten. “I should…”
“You should stay right there,” he growled, coming back to the bed and pulling her back on top of him.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t dignified,” she grumbled, but her wiggles only turned him on all over again.
“I’m pretty sure that you should do that again,” he laughed, sliding his hands along her bottom, then higher, trailing a finger along her spine.
She gasped, arching her back, which only reminded him that he hadn’t fully explored her back.
But he was more interested in her breasts and rolled over so that she was underneath him. “Yes?” he asked, not really paying attention. He was fully focused on her breasts. On those taut, pink nipples that whispered to him.
“I need…” she stopped speaking when his mouth covered her breast.
“Coffee,” he teased. “Right. You need coffee.” But he didn’t stop. And a moment later, she didn’t care as he started the whole process over again.
About two hours later, he finally got her that coffee.
Chapter 10
Rachel beamed as she walked into the meeting Monday morning. Life was good. In fact, the whole world seemed to glow lately. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted Tarin talking to one of the directors of the architectural firm. He must have felt her gaze because he paused in his conversation and looked in her direction.
Was it just her, or did his gaze warm when he looked at her? Quickly, Rachel glanced away and focused on…she looked down, trying to remember what she was doing. Right, she was handing out briefings. She’d done this several times over the past few weeks. The briefing outlined the university project’s requirements, although the briefing was just a rough outline of the criteria. Neither the buildings nor the layout of the campus had been designed yet, nor had anyone even offered a layout. This was a multi-billion dollar project so the firms would submit bids to run the effort in Izara starting next month. At least, that was the plan. Rachel wondered if perhaps…?
No, that wasn’t her place. She was here to offer operational and financial analysis support. She’d keep her opinions to herself.
Smiling, she finished handing out the briefings, then took a chair set back against the wall near the window. This was the last company that they’d talk with and Rachel admired Tarin for what he was doing. Not only was he including firms from all over the world to bid on the project, but he was going to them, discussing his vision in their space. Not for convenience. Goodness, it definitely wasn’t convenient for him to travel from city to city talking with each firm individually. Nope, he flew thousands of miles and went over this briefing so many times because he wanted to meet with the potential firms on their turf, to get a feel for their style. He didn’t want anything to be anonymous. He wanted a personal touch.
She blushed as she thought about the way he’d personally touched her just this morning. Tarin had been ravenous and she couldn’t count the number of times she’d climaxed in his arms. With her arms pinned over her head. Or with his mouth. Or…!
Focus! She snapped to attention and looked up, only to find Tarin watching her, his pen pressed against his mouth and…he knew! He knew that she’d been thinking about this morning and…darn it, a blush heated her cheeks again. Drat the man!
She hated that she was so transparent, but when it came to Tarin, she was pretty much lost. Saturday and Sunday, they’d mostly stayed in bed, talking and teasing each other, learning what each other liked, how each of them preferred to be touched and teased. Goodness, he was a tender and demanding lover! She’d only been with two other men
