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“I don’t. Carson will keep the maids away.”

He licked her then, and a breathy moan came out of her mouth before she could stop it. In truth, she didn’t try to stop herself from crying out, or rocking her hips, or any of the embarrassing, lustful things she did.

Giles talked throughout, telling her that her gasps were the most erotic sound he’d heard in his life. She squeezed her eyes shut and followed the sound of his voice through a wildfire that raged in her blood. All her muscles tensed when she felt one of his fingers inside her, then another.

White sensation sparked through her legs, and her hips arched, shoving against his mouth and his hand, against the feeling that was too much for her body. She cried out in sheer pleasure. Utter joy.

She came back to herself slowly, with Giles hovering over her, elbows on either side of her head. He was kissing her face and talking about beauty, not the color of her eyes, or the shape of her mouth. Beauty in the way she surrendered and let herself go.

When Yasmin finally found words, her voice sounded higher than normal, airy. “What next?” she asked, surprising herself. It wasn’t enough, not when she’d scarcely got to touch Giles. “May I touch you?”

He looked down at her with feverish eyes, and said, “Whatever you want, Mina.”

“Will you lie down?”

He did. She knelt beside him and spread her hands on his chest, tracing the bones and planes of muscles that knitted together so beautifully. His stomach was arranged in tight rows that she couldn’t stop caressing.

He propped up his head on one arm, but the other hand came down and tugged her fingers to his nipple. When she caressed him there, she saw his stomach muscles tighten. And when she replaced her fingers with her lips, his eyes squeezed shut.

But he didn’t speak, which fascinated her so much that she tried her best to enchant him into words. She ran her hand down his stomach to his cock, and acquainted herself with its thick strength, the way it jerked in her hand as a shuddering groan broke from his lips. The head felt softer, smoother, hotter, than the rest.

She could see a pulsing beat in his throat but still he said nothing, even when she put her lips there and kissed him, let her tongue roll over the rounded top until his gasps were greedy and loud. Then he reached out for her and said, “Mina.”

Only that word. The name he had given her, but his voice was hoarse and sent fire cascading through her limbs again.

She arranged herself next to him, propping herself up on one elbow. “Shall we try again?”

He rolled, dropping a hungry kiss on her throat and another on her jaw. Yasmin’s heart was beating a frenzied rhythm. She thought Giles would move on top of her directly, but instead he kept toying with her, kissing, nipping here and there, swiping her nipples with his tongue.

Abruptly he began talking again, his throaty voice telling her how much he loved the hungry sounds she was making. Her mind blurred, and when he finally moved over her and paused, she pushed up her hips demandingly.

“I love the drowsy look in your eyes,” Giles said, kissing her.

“I want you,” she said, surprised by the raw note in her voice.

“I’ll do my best,” Giles said. He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her hard.

Rational thought melted away because the hard, smooth length of him slid inside with no squelching noise from the condom. His harsh breathing as he sank deeper was fuel to the fire raging in her limbs.

“Is it painful, Mina?” Giles asked, his voice a full octave lower than normal.

She shook her head. “You feel large. And hot,” she added. He pushed forward, sending a bolt of lightning down her legs. Her eyes widened. “Mon Dieu!”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Giles said with a slow-burning smile.

“You’re smiling,” Yasmin said, tracing his lips with one finger.

He flexed his hips, and carnal heat exploded in her. His mouth plundered hers, and after that they didn’t discuss vocabulary. Even Giles stopped saying more than throaty curses as he braced on his elbows, breathing hard, ravishing her with thrust after thrust.

Yasmin’s mind blurred, and she let herself simply feel. No thinking. No judging. It occurred to her to curl her legs around Giles’s hips, so she did. She ran a hand down his back and then rounded his arse, her fingers trailing a caress over flexing muscles. His body jerked in reaction, and she pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry!”

He lifted his head from her breast. “I’m yours, Mina. Yours. Touch me again. Please touch me again.”

Giles’s thrusts were slow and steady, every flex of his hips making her quiver, leaving her body taut and waiting. She wrapped her arms around him, surrendering to a stroking motion that made her cling.

With a groan, he pulled her hips up, and a strangled moan tore from her throat.