Nothing about Greer was what he’d expected in the beginning. Everything was more.Shewas more.
Groaning at the effort, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him, holding her close, rejoicing in the way she cuddled against him, their bodies fitting together as if made for each other.
Eventually he found his breath. ‘Was I too rough?’
Her palm pressed his chest as she tilted her head back, her eyes reflecting the same shattered wonder he felt.
‘Absolutely not. I loved it. Besides, I should be asking you that.’ She smoothed her fingers along his collarbone then pressed her lips to the spot. ‘I’m sorry. I seem to have drawn blood.’ She shook her head. ‘I’ve never…’
‘Nor have I.’ He lifted her chin to gaze into her eyes. ‘But I don’t mind that you marked me.’ He revelled in it. Just as the knowledge she’d bear more than one reddened patch from his stubble made him feel satisfaction. ‘That was…’ Mind-boggling. He settled on ‘Stunning.’
Her slow-curling smile was like a caress he felt all the way to the soles of his feet.
How could a single smile rival for impact the most amazing sex he’d ever had? Conall told himself the unravelling feeling in his belly was the comedown after shattering bliss.
‘I’ll get rid of this condom.’
Nothing was guaranteed to break the mood more. Except then Greer said, ‘Kiss me first. Please.’ And how could he resist?
Before Greer, post-coital kisses hadn’t been a favourite of his. But she’d changed that. The sharp tang of arousal might have eased but there was a different pleasure to be had in this languorous meeting of mouths, her hands cupping his face and the accommodating curves of her body melding against him.
When he finally broke away she rolled onto her back, glossy hair tousled around her shoulders and reddened lips parted, her breasts rising on a sigh.
‘Could you run a bath, please?’
‘You’re sore?’ He stiffened. He shouldn’t be surprised. Their lovemaking had been vigorous.
‘No.’ Something unexpected glinted in her half-closed eyes. ‘I’ve imagined showering with you so often, but I don’t think my legs will hold me up. But we could share a bath, don’t you think?’
She’d been imagining showering with him?
Despite his satiation and what should be bone-deep exhaustion, Conall felt a tickle stir in his loins. One look, one word from Greer and his hormones were shouting that two orgasms were nowhere near enough.
‘I absolutely know we can. Unless you want to wait until your legs have recovered.’
‘No. I’ve been waiting so long.’
He knew the feeling. He felt himself grin like a teenager with his first crush. ‘Give me a couple of minutes to run that bath.’
Greer stretched and smiled at the warm, pleasurable ache in well-used muscles. Conall had made love to her tenderly, then passionately, then again in so many ways and with such patience and thoroughness that she’d never dreamt such rapture existed.
It wasn’t even the climaxes he gave her, though they’d been spectacular. It had been his hunger for her and his determination to please, put her first and lavish such attention on her she felt like a queen.
If going to bed with her boss was a mistake, she couldn’t regret it. Conall was all she’d hoped for and more.
All night and much of the morning they’d been in bed, except when they took that luxurious bath together. She found herself grinning at the memory. When he’d suggested she rest while he got breakfast for them, she hadn’t even thought of protesting.
She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had waited on her like this.
Except Conall, coming to her apartment on a recent Saturday, bringing food, and if he but knew, the comfort of his presence. That was what she most treasured. She’d been feeling low since the accident, but when she was with him all that changed.
Now it must be late morning, judging by the sunlight and watercraft busy on the harbour.
What a place he had. He didn’t even have to lift his head off the pillow for a water view. Yet still it surprised her that he’d moved only months after taking the penthouse apartment.
Conall was a highflying businessman who travelled a lot, worked hard and seemed purpose-built for apartment living in the city. She’d never imagined him in a sprawling house. But she approved his choice. The little she’d seen of this home, with its generous proportions, gracious style and enormous garden, made her wonder how long before she could afford a house, not an apartment but somewhere with a garden. She’d never manage anywhere like this, but she had her dreams.
‘I hope you’re hungry.’
