His hand continues to move over me feather-soft. ‘I’m not sure about evolutionary leftovers. A woman’s hair is at least shaped naturally, pointing the way home to the unexperienced man—’
‘I bet it’s a long time since you needed pointing in the right direction,’ I say with a giggle.
‘But this does,’ he continues, ignoring me, ‘feel so soft like this.’
‘Hmm, yeesss.’ Soft and sensitive and oh-so... ‘No map of Tassie for me, I think.’
Kai props himself on one arm suddenly, eyes twinkling down at me. ‘Map of what?’
‘Hey, don’t stop,’ I complain, lightly bucking my hips. ‘Map of Tasmania, ‘cos of the shape.’
‘You really are quite odd.’ He laughs softly, his eyes moving across my body. ‘And you’re going to bruise.’ It’s a statement rather than an apology as his fingers move to trail the curve of my hip
‘No need to ask ifyou’veever gone the full Brazilian. It’s bloody painful. Thankfully, it’s settled down now.’ Until the regrowth begins, as I recall.
‘Topiary talk over,’ he says quietly, ‘I want to know how you feel.’
I lift my head to where his fingers trace the distinct fingerprints against my hip, settling back against the pillow with a small, ‘Fine.’
‘That’s not very specific,’ he murmurs, his hand moving up and over the swell of my breast.
Turning, I burrow my head into his chest, aiming for invisibility. I’d prefer not to think about what just happened. Not the sexing part, definitely not the sexing part. I don’t want to dwell on the bit where I was seduced by his command again. His demands. I know I liked it, but I have trouble with the why.
From silly to serious in the blink of an eye. I swallow the thoughts and attempt to lower the volume of my consciousness.
‘I’ve never had sex like I have with you,’ I whisper.
His chest rumbles against my ear with a breath of a laugh. ‘Somewhere in that statement there might be a compliment.’
‘Hard,’ I continue, ‘Dominant.’ I bury my face further into the warmth of his chest as I mutter the words.
‘You think I’m dominant?’
‘Don’t you?’ I tilt my head, questioningly. His smile is kind of wry.
‘Maybe, just a little. But I don’t think you find it intolerable. Find me intolerable.’
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I close it, along with my eyes.
‘No.’ His response is quick, as quick as the arm he tightens around my waist. ‘Don’t belittle this, how I make you feel. How you makemefeel. The reason we fuck is because of how we feel for one another. The how we fuck isn’t a reflection of that. It doesn’t always have to be satin sheets and soft kisses. Don’t confuse the why with the how.’
Oh, fuck. Hot, dirty, raspy. I like it.
‘This... it’s all new to me, the rough stuff.’
He laughs, bending forward and kissing my head. ‘Sweetheart, this isn’t rough.’ I don’t have a response because if this isn’t rough, thenyikes. As his arm tightens, I try not to think about the implications of his words. ‘Did you want to go back to the pool?’
‘Do you?’ I ask, twisting my head to better see him.
‘Not at all.’ Thank God. My cheeks would create enough warmth for a further global warming, having to face all those people, those knowing looks. ‘I’ve no desire to be anywhere but here with you.’ As usual, he knows just what to say.
‘You’ll stay, then?’ I try to force the tension from my shoulders, breath held waiting for his response.
‘For a while,’ he murmurs with a melancholy sigh. ‘I have an early meeting in Riyadh tomorrow and I’ve still to prepare.’
‘But tomorrow’s Saturday, it’s still the weekend.’
‘Saturday’s the first day of the work week in Saudi, actually.’
