‘You have no idea how much I need you, Greer.’
Propping himself on one elbow, he reached between them and she felt his heavy erection prod her. Then with one slow, smooth glide he joined them.
Her breath escaped in a deep sigh. It was overwhelming, a physical impossibility that she should feel him so deep, as if he nudged her very heart. Yet despite the stretched muscles and the shock of it, nothing in her life had ever been so perfect.
‘Greer?’
She opened eyes she hadn’t realised she’d closed and found him peering down at her, forehead wrinkled in concern and mouth tight. She ran her hands down his back, feeling the ripple of taut muscles in response. A shudder racked his big frame as she clenched him close.
‘Yes.’ She bent her knees, planting her feet on the bed beside his thighs and rocking her hips up. ‘More.’
The movement, or perhaps her words, cut through his restraint. The next moment he retreated then surged deep again. And again. Each time she met him, thrust for thrust, needing the affirmation of them claiming each other.
His biceps bulged as he held himself above her, but there was enough friction to tease her nipples into tight buds. And the friction lower down was having an amazing effect despite her earlier climaxes.
Greer’s senses began to spin. With a final effort she managed to raise trembling legs over his waist, linking her ankles, holding him close as if she feared he might retreat.
All the while Conall’s gaze was fixed on hers. As pleasure rose it was shared. She saw the febrile heat in eyes so dark, iris and pupil were indistinguishable. She lost herself in those depths as his movements grew short and hard and she heard his grunt of shock and fulfilment.
Then he was pulsing inside her, the sensation so intimate, so wonderful, her once weary body spasmed and followed him right into the conflagration.
The world disappeared. There was only her and Conall, his eyes on hers.
Greer had never known such a high. Or such connection.
If it weren’t so perfect it would have frightened her.
Chapter Seven
THE SKY WAS DARKENING. From the bed, Conall could see the harbour turn violet in the fading light. But it was the view immediately before him that enthralled.
Shadows accentuated Greer’s features, the angle of her cheekbones, the sweep of her eyebrows, the soft curve of her lips. The dark arcs of her long lashes against her cheeks as she slept. He already knew them all by heart yet he could lie here for hours, watching her. Revelling in the fact that, finally, they were together.
That must be why adrenaline still pulsed in his veins, despite that shattering climax. He’d told himself it would happen, the barriers would fall and they’d be together. But he’d learnt not to take anything for granted. Especially Greer.
She lay on her side, facing him, one hand against his chest, her knee on his thigh, a tendril of long dark hair sweeping over her shoulder and around her breast. He wanted to follow it with his hand but didn’t want to wake her.
She’d looked so tired this week and he blamed himself. His attempt to comfort her the night of the opera had got out of hand and distressed her. He dragged in a deep breath charged with regret for the mistakes he’d made. But it was impossible to feel guilty when his perseverance and patience had paid off. She was here, where she belonged.
‘Conall.’ Black lashes rose to reveal eyes of deepest, most beautiful blue, the colour of lapis lazuli or sapphire.
‘Greer.’ Her dreamy smile made his voice hitch.
How long had he dreamt of her looking at him like that?
A twist of tension behind his ribs disintegrated as she snuggled closer. He wrapped his arm more firmly around her waist, pulling them together. He’d wondered if she might wake to regrets.
‘How are you feeling?’
She stretched voluptuously, totally at ease. ‘Stupendous. How about you?’
Conall laughed. ‘Counting my lucky stars.’
She raised her eyebrows, watching his smile become a grin. ‘Flatterer.’
‘It’s nothing but the truth.’
He stroked her cheek then followed that dark tress down, around her lush breast. Her breath stalled for a second, then she began her own exploration, her hand smoothing up his chest, shaping and exploring.
