Then his gaze met hers and something passed between them. Heat, excitement and… Connection? A second later she found her voice, keening his name with her head thrown back into the pillow and her body arching into his hold.
There was fire and throbbing fulfilment. Soothing hands and murmured words she couldn’t catch. She was lost in a world of delight so intense it felt like an out-of-body experience. Except for the way she clung to him as he moved higher, finally settling between her legs.
How long they lay together, unmoving apart from his hand gently stroking her hair, she didn’t know. At some point she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her. She smiled, heart full.
And despite the astronomical highs she’d reached, Greer discovered they were nothing compared with the impact of Conall’s answering smile. Slow and a little crooked, so tender and understanding she felt it deep within. He’d cracked open another of the barriers she’d erected to protect herself.
She should be worried about that but couldn’t be. She lifted her hands, moulding his face like a blind woman learning his features. So familiar, so dear, they made her heart contract.Surelythis wasn’t new.
Thrusting her fingers into his hair, she drew his head closer. ‘My body feels like a limp rag but still I need you, Conall. Please take me. Now.’
He’d given her physical ecstasy but instinct told her there was something far better to come.
‘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?
