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‘Then I’ll be careful,’ he said, and he moved slowly from the bathroom into her bedroom. The water on her skin was beginning to cool and she shivered as he laid her down on top of her bed.

‘We should probably close the curtains,’ she said.

‘I think the windows are blacked out from the outside.’

Hannah looked up at Caleb’s big naked body suspiciously. ‘Are you sure?’

‘No. But do you want me to close the curtains on your luxury ocean view while I fuck you?’

Hannah pretended to think for a moment, then giggled and shook her head. ‘The condoms are in the bedside table.’

‘Thank God!’ he said. ‘I was worried I’d have to go get mine.’

She didn’t admit that she’d bought them when she’d treated herself to her expensive toiletries. Now she was worried she should’ve picked the extra-large ones.

Still languid from her orgasm and feeling a hell of a lot more confident in her body, she peeled off her bikini bottoms and twirled them around her finger before throwing them to the side.

Caleb grinned and lowered himself down beside her.

‘Are you not going to put one on?’ she asked curiously.

‘Are you trying to rush my foreplay?’ Caleb asked with a tilt of his head that caused water to drip on the pillow beside her. She didn’t care that he was still sopping wet, or that she was too.

Hannah tried not to swallow her tongue. That was foreplay?

‘Erm, okay,’ she said, and he chuckled, pulling her body close to his and rolling until his arms were braced on either side of her. His mouth found hers and they kissed again. At first, it was gentle and teasing, before ramping up to more passionate and desperate as their desire intensified.

He trailed kisses down her body, sucking and licking at her breasts until she was squirming with need, the hard peaks of her nipples rasping against his tongue, still over-sensitised by her earlier orgasm. When his head dipped lower, she wasn’t sure if she could cope with that yet, so she shook her head, and cupped his face. ‘No, I want you inside me – fully. No more waiting.’

Now that she knew her body wasn’t at fault for her previous discomfort during sex, she wanted to experience the fullness of him inside her.

Nodding, he raised himself up and made quick work of putting on a condom. Hannah glanced out at the beautiful view, turquoise waters lapping on golden beaches, a glittering city skyline snaking down beside the sandy edge. She really was in paradise.

His hand moved between her legs, circling her clit as he’d done in the shower, and this time her body was eager to return to the same blissful state.

Caleb began to nuzzle her neck as he settled himself between her open thighs. Carefully, he positioned her limbs and when he pushed into her body, there wasn’t any discomfort, only a delicious stretching as her body slowly became accustomed to his. He didn’t rush, although he had to take several deep breaths.

Bracing his weight on his powerful arms, he gathered her close. Their foreheads touching, they focused on one another completely – the dazzling ocean view forgotten. It was only when he flexed his hips forward that she realised he hadn’t been fully inside her until now. She whimpered at the slow penetration, but not with pain; he filled her completely and the tremble of his muscles as he fought to control himself was enough of an aphrodisiac to flood her body with wet heat and cause her spine to arch like a cat’s.

‘Perfect,’ he sighed and he stroked her hips, and then gripped them tight, curving her body so that he could slide in and out of her with heavy strokes that sent currents of electricity shooting up and down her spine with each leisurely thrust.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him down so that their bodies rubbed against one another, their flesh moving as one with each flex of their hips. A flurry of shivers ran over her skin, and her vagina began to squeeze his cock as if unwilling to let him go. The same spiralling pleasure as before began to build, this time feeling more languid and sensual, as if her body was quietly confident in the orgasm he would give her.

He cupped her face, moving aside her hair, even as his own wet tendrils dropped like curtains around her face. The movement of his hips began to speed up and his breath became ragged, but his eyes still stared into hers, as if concentrating on her own pleasure stopped him from shattering completely.

The angle of his thrusts changed ever so slightly, and it seemed to hit exactly the right aching spot within her, ramping up her pleasure to new exquisite heights with each stroke. ‘Don’t stop!’ she begged, and he didn’t.

‘Let me see you come,’ he gasped between thrusts, and she desperately wanted to please him, but as she reached the pinnacle of her climax, she found herself burying her face in the side of neck and clawing her nails into the meat of his shoulder instead.

‘Caleb!’ she whimpered. ‘Oh, God, Caleb!’

Groaning, his movements became jerky as he lost control, his body shuddering against hers as he let go of his composure and fell into his own climax.

Chapter Twenty-Three

After spending the rest of that Saturday and the whole of Sunday in and out of bed with Caleb, Monday felt like a shock to Hannah’s system. Filming was not quite what she’d expected – not that she’d had many expectations.

Zach had warned her about the days. ‘It’s long hours of standing around, doing nothing, five minutes of action and then it’s all over, and on to the next. A lot like some of the guys I’ve dated!’