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.’
Conall appeared in the doorway with a tray. His jaw was etched with dark shadows that made her skin tingle. His hair was rumpled and ridiculously appealing. And he was naked but for the pair of grey tracksuit pants that rode so low on his hips her attention settled on his impressive musculature and stayed there.
One good tug and the fabric would be around his ankles. How could she be exhausted and voracious at the same time?
‘Clear the bedside table, would you?’
Greer shuffled up in the bed and saw the surface littered with condom wrappers. With one slide of the arm, she pushed them onto the floor.
Conall’s huff of laughter lodged somewhere behind her ribs. ‘I’ve always found your efficiency sexy.’
‘You have?’ She turned to find his attention not on the gleaming wood surface but on her naked breasts.
She hitched in a sharp breath as her body responded and saw his grip on the tray turn white-knuckled. Finally he looked up to meet her eyes, his expression rueful. ‘Always,’ he said as he set the tray down.
Greer moved back across the bed, scrabbling for the sheet to cover herself.
‘Don’t. It’s a spectacular view.’
‘I could say the same.’
Her gaze flickered to his chest. They’d managed a little sleep last night. She’d spent that time sprawled against him, her head cushioned on his chest, the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her to sleep. Abruptly she looked up and something seemed to click into place as their eyes met. The nebulous feeling became a certainty.
‘We’ve done this before, haven’t we?’
For a second she thought she saw shock drag at his features. But the impression was gone so quickly she must have imagined it.
‘You remember?’ His palm covered hers as he leaned close.
‘Not remember. But when we…’
How did she put into words the feeling she’d had again and again as they made love? Not familiarity. More a feeling of utter rightness. No, it was more than that. She’d soaked him up with all her senses, shared herself so thoroughly it seemed like even now they were connected, not just by the touch of his hand on hers, but by something deeper she already knew at the most fundamental part of her being.
Surely first-time lovers couldn’t reach such transcendent pinnacles?
‘When we have sex…’ She felt his fingers thread through hers. ‘It feels like it’s new, but not new. Does that make sense?’
The teasing smile he’d worn as he carried breakfast was gone, replaced by a gravity that caught her breath.
‘It does.’ Conall paused, frowning, as if looking for the right words. He shrugged those wide shoulders and lifted her hand to his lips, whispering a kiss across her knuckles. ‘Your instincts are spot-on, as ever. We’ve been lovers for a while.’
Greer folded her hand around his. She blinked, hit by an emotion that was part relief that she’d been right and part regret that she couldn’t recall something so precious.
‘Greer, are you okay?’ He wrapped his other arm around her back, pulling her to him.
