And he would be her first, Hal knew, despite her sultry looks and bold claims about what London girls knew how to do in the dark.Whatever she had done in the past, it wasn’t this.
But Gemma was not to be denied.“I want it.I want you that way, Hal.No matter what happens after.Please.”
His beautiful, brazen, bold Gemma—begging.Hal couldn’t stand it.He loomed over her, his stare roving over her features, taking in the bright eyes, the pink cheeks, the stubborn tilt of her adorably dimpled chin.He brushed the waves of her hair back from her forehead.He could deny her nothing.
But he had to take care of her.If this was to be their last night together, Hal wanted it to be perfect for her.
No pain.No shame.No regrets.Only pleasure.
Rolling them over so that he was on the bottom, Hal pulled her over him like a sexy, squirming blanket.Clasping the ripe curve of her hips, he lifted her to her knees, poised over his straining erection.
The sight of her, rising over him like a goddess emerging from the sea, make his cock throb and weep.
Her face flushed and she caught her plush lower lip in her teeth.Tendrils of hair clung damply to her temples, and Hal nearly expired when she lifted her arms to coil the heavy mass of her hair and lift it away from the back of her neck.The move put her glorious breasts on full display, the berry-pink nipples taunting him mercilessly.
She shifted above him, hips moving restlessly, and the tip of his penis brushed the crisp dark curls, damp with her body’s passionate response.Hal’s hands tightened, but he forced himself to relax his grip.
He couldn’t leave a mark on her.No matter how much he wished to.
One last night.That was all they had.
“Do something,” Gemma panted, her straight, dark brows drawn together in concentration.
Blowing out a steadying breath, Hal grinned up at her.“Ah no, love.You’re going to do it.Take what you want, exactly how you want it.”
Understanding cleared her eyes and smoothed the worry from her forehead.If he’d thought she might prove too shy or reluctant to take control, the way she smiled eased his mind.
This will be better for her, he thought as she lowered her hips just enough to feel the domed head of his erection notched at her entrance.She can go at her own pace and easily stop if it becomes too much, or if she changes her mind.All I need do is lie still and let her manage it.
Of course, Gemma never did exactly what Hal expected.
In the next instant, before he could take another breath, she sank down on him in one smooth movement, crushing him in tight, velvety heat.
Hal’s body reacted without his conscious control, jackknifing upward so he could envelop her in his arms.
Sitting in a welter of blankets with Gemma in his lap, slim legs crossed behind him and impaled on his prick, Hal breathed through his mouth and searched her beautiful features for signs of pain.But there were none.
Her heavy-lidded eyes were dark with desire, the blue nearly swallowed up by the black of her pupil.Her lips parted on a gasp that he felt in every part of his body.
Their faces were only inches apart, close enough to share one another’s breath.He couldn’t resist claiming another kiss, their mouths mating as their chests heaved together, arms wound around necks and shoulders, and as one, they began to move.
Hal tried to keep it slow and easy, to let her adjust, to make it last, but they were locked together too tightly.He was lodged inside her so deeply that every minute shift of their hips sent sensation racing through him.
He got his hands on the split peach of her arse and lifted her until their bodies almost separated, then let gravity drag her down the length of him once more.
Then he did it again.And again.
Gemma whimpered with every near-withdrawal, her body clenching and fighting him every inch of the way, and cried out with every drop back down as he filled her again.Her head bent to his shoulder, mouth open and sucking kisses into the meat of the muscle, sending shocks all through Hal.Everything felt so good.He couldn’t last.
But he had to last.He had to make sure she felt every bit of the pleasure she deserved and he only had one night in which to show her.
On the next drop, he clasped her tight against him.The weight of her body wedged him even further inside her, making them both groan.
He set his jaw and started up a deep rhythmic grind against the tight bud at the top of her sex that sent Gemma into shuddering, writhing paroxysms of bliss.Her cries rose in volume and intensity until she peaked, her sheath fluttering around him and nearly pulling him over the top with her.
While she was still panting and clenching around him, Hal managed to roll her onto her back without leaving the strangling heat of her body.
Gemma relaxed under him with a sleepy smile, her hands coming up to stroke the sides of his throat down to his shoulders, over the delicious soreness of the spot she’d worried with her sharp little white teeth.
