She pressed her hands on his chest and began a slow rhythmic motion. And he lost all sense of time and place.
“Ridge.”
His name spilled from her lips. A breathless sound of pleasure. He grasped her hips and joined in her motion. He felt the tightening of his loins. The sudden rush of blood to his penis. He closed his eyes as the pressure built to impossible heights.
She began moving faster above him, her breath coming in short bursts. Her legs squeezed either side of him and her fingers dug painfully into his belly.
“India, my God, India!”
She let out a moan and threw her head back once more. He felt her spasm around him, tightening, then a flood of moisture. He couldn’t hold back another second.
“India, don’t stop,” he gasped.
He bucked his hips upward and clenched his teeth together to keep from shouting as his body found sweet release. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked him, and she held him tighter.
Finally, she collapsed forward, her damp body pressed to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could.
He kissed her hair and tried to catch his breath. Tucking her head under his chin, he rolled until she was nestled against his side.
“That was the most incredible experience of my life,” he murmured.
She sighed and nestled her head further into his chest.
He smiled and stroked her hair. She was as contented as he.
“We can be so happy, India. Think of all the places you can show me. The new places we can visit together. The nights we can spend under the stars.”
She grew very still against him, and he glanced down. Her eyes were closed, and he smiled again. They could talk tomorrow. Tonight he merely wanted to hold her and revel in the warmth of her touch.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
We can be so happy, India. Think of all the places you can show me. The new places we can visit together. The nights we can spend under the stars.
India wanted to weep.
His words had cut her like a knife.
The pale light of dawn had lightened the eastern sky, yet she hadn’t slept a wink. How did one sleep when their heart ached with such regret? She hurt in her deepest recesses.
They wanted different things. She could not, would not continue a life of adventuring. She had shaken the dust of a dozen countries from her clothes when she had returned to England, and she intended to keep it that way.
She shifted ever so slightly against Ridge, and his arms tightened around her. Her back rested against his chest, and his hand rested possessively on her breast.
She closed her eyes, wanting only to enjoy the moment a bit longer. If only she could wake this way every day. Safe, warm, in Ridge’s arms.
But her fear of the life she left was prevalent. She wanted the safety and security that a permanent home offered. One that she never had to leave again if she so chose.
Warm lips caressed her shoulder then slid up her neck.
“Good morning,” Ridge murmured in her ear.
His voice bathed her body in goose bumps, and her nipples hardened. His teeth found her ear. She shivered as he nipped playfully.
He pulled away with a regretful sigh. “We should rise and dress before Robby and your Spaniard find us.”
She blushed, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. “Hand me my shirt?”
“Only if you kiss me,” he said in a wicked tone.
