And there was a fire in his eyes that was utterly dangerous. Utterly undeniable. He took another three steps. Stopped an inch too close. An inch too far. He slammed his hands on the door either side of her head. Sensual force emanated from him, impacting her even more. Her body was already aflame and the primal edginess in his tense stance, in the sharpened angles of his beautiful face, in the wildness of his eyes—destroyed her.
She couldn’t even breathe as he demanded, ‘So what are you in the mood for?’
CHAPTER FIVE
ABSOLUTE RAGE CONSUMED HER. Phoebe grabbed his shirt with the intention of shoving him away, only somehow the message between her brain and fist got confused and she pulled him to her instead of thrusting him from her. The screaming tension of the last few days snapped. He took the last step and smashed his mouth on hers. Lost to sensation, she opened. Moaned. He twisted a hand into her hair, angled her head for better access, raked his tongue deep into her mouth. It was everything she’d wanted for months. She arched, banging against his body, desperate to get closer. He pushed her back, pressing her against the door with such pleasurable pressure, she almost came on the spot.
‘Damn it Phoebe,’ he immediately braced, pulling an inch back. ‘We have to be careful—’
‘No.’ She wouldn’t take it easy…she would take what shewanted. ‘Don’t stop.’
She needed to feel better. To feelhim. Now. He stared into her eyes so she saw the moment he sank beneath the same wave of need surging through her—swamping all reason. It was unstoppable madness and so fantastic that she sobbed.
‘Please…please…’She pushed up his shirt.
He got his arms out and tossed it to the floor. She gasped at the sight of him. He pressed his hot lips to hers, then roved along her jaw.
‘Don’t stop… Please don’t stop…’
He didn’t. The hot kisses became scorching. He trailed a searing path down her neck, across her collar bone. Her nipples peaked—aching painfully against her bikini top. She needed his mouth there, his tongue. Needed him lower still. Whimpering, she rocked her hips and hooked her leg around his. She ached for his hands and mouth and weight to be everywhere. All at once. She’d wanted this for so long and they were so close now that all she had to do was push his trousers down just enough—
He gripped her wrist, stopping her. ‘I don’t have anything with me,’ he growled.
‘I’m already pregnant.’ She groaned.
He paused, panting, temptation clearly tearing him apart. ‘I haven’t done this since you.’
‘Same.’
There was another snatched moment as he looked into her eyes. He released her and finished the task of pushing down his pants. Fierce pleasure surged as a wildness too raw to endure swept over her. He was beautiful. She had to indulge in this, justoncemore. That was all it would take. She just had to get closer—get the high of having him again.
She didn’t know how, but in a second she’d been stripped of her bikini bottoms. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He growled her name and thrust hard.
‘Yes!’she shrieked.
Thiswas what she’d needed. What she’dmissed. Him lodged deep inside her. He looped his arms around her, trapping her between him and the door, and pumped into her with feral grunts that only turned her on more. She tightened her arms and legs and flexed every sexual muscle she could, so full of frenetic energy that she simply had to expend it—push him faster. But in an instant she was shaking, endlessly lost in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life, soaring higher as she heard his shout as he joined her…
‘Phoebe.’
She couldn’t answer. Panting, she rested her forehead on his shoulder as he carried her to the bed. But she refused to release him and he grunted as she took him down with her.
‘Phoebe.’
She heard the serious edge in his voice and chose to ignore it. ‘I still don’t want to talk about it.’
They’d be forced to face reality soon enough. They might as well feel good about something now—prolong this pleasure. His pupils dilated and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She straddled him, immediately stretching out her hands to caress his lean, hot, hard body. Every one of his powerful muscles was hers to enjoy again and she did. Until he lifted her and slid lower until it wasn’t his thighs directly beneath her but his mouth.
He held her steady—one hand on her hip, one on her breast—thumbing her nipple. She gasped as he intimately kissed her, as he suckled and nibbled her sensitive nub. Moaned as he made her quake all over again. And then he lifted her again, only to scoot back up so he could slide her wet, hungry body onto his. To the hilt. Energised by the ecstasy, she rose and sank onto him over and over again, throwing her head back in unbearable pleasure. And then she couldn’t move for the bliss, but he flipped them both again and pressed closer, closer, closer, filling her once more with his fiery energy until she forgot absolutely everything.
* * *
Edo sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled the coverings more closely around her. He rubbed his face, failing to ease his resurging tension. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips full from kissing him so passionately, and she was fast asleep.
He cursed beneath his breath. Long and vicious and entirely directed at himself. The chemistry between them was unbelievable. He couldn’t believe howdesperatelyhe’d lost control. His only consolation was that she had too—entirely. She’d completely taken him by surprise. He couldn’t have stopped her. Part of him felt feral pleasure that there hadn’t been anyone else for her, while at the same time he felt appalled as guilt twisted. That had been extremely passionate, extremely physical, and she waspregnant. He couldn’t comprehend that either. And he needed to. Fast. Because it was the worst thing.Ever.
He rolled his shoulders and stood. Maybe they’d just needed to get rid of that tension so they could discuss the future like rational adults. Except he still had all the sexual tension. He just wanted her again. Now. They needed to get away from a bedroom. Neither of them could keep their hands to themselves when they were alone. It was avoidance, he knew. Pure avoidance to escape the horror of this reality. He couldn’t be responsible for her. Or her child. But he had to be.
He was certain she would sleep a while yet which gave him a window in which to act. Her room was too small for him to talk freely on the phone and he needed to brief his lawyer. Security. Staff. He’d go to his suite so he didn’t wake her too soon.
