He kept thrusting, prolonging the best damned climax she’d ever had. Gradually he tapered off until at last he stopped moving.
She took a shaky breath. “How… how did you do that?”
“Changed the angle a bit.”
“That was the most spectacular sex I’ve ever had.”
His eyebrows rose. “You don’t usually?—”
“Oh, I have orgasms, but nobody’s ever… you have skills, my friend. And you didn’t come.”
“Because I think you can come again.” He settled in deeper.
Sure enough, whatever angle he’d found was still sensitive to that measured rhythm and in no time she was tossed over the edge into the swirling waters of another spectacular climax.
Only this time he joined her, his breathing rougher than before and his strokes faster. Throwing back his head, he called her name in a hoarse shout of triumph. Then he pushed deep, gasping for air as his body shuddered against hers.
She rubbed his back until he stopped trembling. When he lowered his head, his eyes were closed. He murmured something she couldn’t hear.
Then he opened his eyes and looked directly into hers. “Marry me.”
“What?” The shock of it left her gasping.
He sighed. “You think I’m acting the maggot. And I probably?—”
“If that means you’re acting crazy, then yes, you are. We had wonderful sex, but that doesn’t?—”
“I know.” Grasping the base of his cock to keep the condom secure, he eased away from her and left the bed. “I’ll be right back. We’ll talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about!” She fought panic. Her worst fear was coming true. One fabulous sexual experience and he was head-over-heels in love with her.
And now she was going to hurt him. She couldn’t bear to hurt him, but what choice did she have now that he had this insane idea fixed in his besotted brain?
She should call off this arrangement immediately. Staying in this cabin with him for another minute would only make things worse.
Except she was stuck here, wasn’t she? She couldn’t call Rance and ask him to take her back. She could at least get dressed, though. Climbing out of bed, she surveyed the array of clothes strewn across the floor.
“Searching for your clothes, are you?”
She glanced up. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? And good in bed? She couldn’t look at his magnificent body without wanting more of what he’d just given her.
“Please don’t get dressed.”
“We can’t make love anymore. You’re falling for me. We talked about this on the phone, and you said?—”
“That I didn’t see us spending the rest of our lives together. I know.”
“And an hour later you’re asking me to marry you?”
“An hour ago I didn’t know what I was talking about.” His warm gaze swept over her. “I didn’t know who you were, lass.”
She groaned. “You know that’s crazy talk, right?”
“Just let me explain what?—”
“I know you’re crazy, but then you give me that look and call melass. And I want you all over again! It’s not fair, Kieran.”
“Come back to bed. We’ll work this out.”
