Her quivers became a hard rhythmic pulsing that shattered him completely.
Conall flung his head back, shouting his release. He tumbled her onto her back and drove home hard and quick and so desperately there was no finesse, only an urgency that broke out from some primal part of him he’d never known.
Dimly he was aware of her legs wrapped around him, her fingernails digging into him. Then she lifted her hips and he shuddered, bucking out of control.
He felt a sting near his collarbone that shot fire through his veins but he didn’t have the energy to open his eyes. He could only finish mating.
For that was what this was, he realised as their movements eventually slowed. He nestled his head in the scented crook of her shoulder, only just remembering to take most of his weight on one hip and elbow.
That hadn’t been making love. It had been too desperate, too profound. Too visceral.
His lungs laboured as shock gripped him. He’d taken her as if nothing else mattered, driven by forces older and more primitive than thought or even pleasure. Though there’d been pleasure, so profound it felt like he’d burnt off superficial layers and been reduced to the very essence of himself.
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.
