But she could still surprise him.
‘How d’you do that?’ he asked as she gasped out her pleasure. ‘All I’ve done is lie you down on the bed.’
‘Maybe it’s enough,’ she suggested, laughing. ‘I really don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, so it’s you who must have the knack.’
He drew back. ‘Are you saying I’m your first?’
‘Not technically,’ she admitted, shyly, he thought, for Rose. ‘But in every way that matters—’ she lifted one shoulder and let it fall again ‘—you are my first.’
‘You’d better explain.’ He sounded harsher than he’d intended, but he had no intention of taking Rose if he was her first and there was even the smallest chance that she’d regret it later.
‘All right,’ she conceded, reading his expression with her usual ease. ‘You want the truth? Here it is. You can laugh at me all you like. I’m sure you’re going to think me a real country bumpkin, compared to the women you usually date.’
‘Stop right there,’ he warned. ‘I don’t think that at all.’
She gave him an assessing look, and then explained. ‘Fumbles in the back seat of a car, with someone who knew even less than I did, could never match up to this.’
‘That’s it?’ he pressed, frowning.
‘That’s it,’ she confirmed.
He wanted nothing more than to fold Rose in his arms and kiss her to reassure her, but Rose hadn’t finished with her surprises. Reaching for him, she began to deal with the buttons on his shirt, until she lost patience and they went flying everywhere. Tumbling her back on the bed, he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt and snapped it from the loops. This short break gave Rose the chance to leap into a kneeling position in front of him.
‘No,’ he said firmly. ‘This first time is for you.’
‘And the next ten thousand are for you?’ she teased, breathless with laughter and excitement.
‘If you’re lucky,’ he teased her back. ‘But, seriously, Rose,’ he murmured after a long, consuming kiss, ‘no second thoughts?’
‘Are you joking?’ she demanded, looking at him with surprise.
‘I’m being perfectly serious,’ he assured her.
‘Resisting you would take more power than I possess.’
‘That’s what I’m afraid of,’ he admitted.
‘Let me repay some of the pleasure you’ve given me,’ she implored.
‘We’ll be here all night.’
‘Isn’t that the purpose of this?’
Rose’s chin was angled as she asked the question, and her eyes were sparkling emerald green. Making her move, she took matters into her own mouth, and he needed every ounce of his self-control to pull back from the intense pleasure that provoked. The answer was to turn her beneath him, before he lost it completely. Removing her dress, he pulled away to admire her naked body, while Rose, indolent and relaxed, rested her arms above her head in an attitude of absolute trust.
‘Not so fast,’ he warned when she wrapped her legs around him. ‘We’ve got all night.’
Did they? Rose wondered. This week on Raffa’s yacht would soon be over, then they’d sail back to Spain, where the realities of life were waiting. But it was hard to argue when Raffa was moving steadily down her body, dropping kisses along the way.
Slipping a pillow beneath her buttocks, he raised her even higher. Resting her legs on the wide spread of his shoulders, he dipped his head. Every inch of her ached with desire. ‘Surely, it’s your turn soon?’
‘Your pleasure comes first for me.’
‘But you’re equally important,’ she insisted fiercely, before he found a most effective way of silencing her.
‘Use me,’ Raffa encouraged.
‘Like this?’ She shivered with extremes of sensation as she tried touching him to the most sensitive part of her body.
