Princess's Secret Baby. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ harshness of his kiss and the roughness of his jaw took her higher. The swollen feel of him there at her entrance served as poor warning for the absolute pain as he seared in, tearing her, parting her in one deft thrust, and she arched into him and let out a scream.

      What the...? James stilled. He’d never had a virgin before, but there was no mistaking he was having one now. She was incredibly tight around him and he’d taken her with such force that he’d been unable to halt. ‘I hurt you...’

      ‘That was not hurt,’ Leila whispered. Hurt was a world without him, hurt was a lifetime of being ignored. She placed her hand over his buttock and did not like that she was without his kiss and her mouth sought his.

      ‘You should have told me...’ James said.

      ‘I did,’ Leila said. ‘I told you I had never...’

      He’d run out of questions; all he could feel was her wrapped tight around him and the slight pressure of her hand that told him to go on. He moved back a little and then in again, and it must have hurt her because James could see tears in her eyes and her teeth gritting. He moved up on one elbow and put an arm beneath her head to have her mouth more accessible to him. He kissed her as he had never kissed another and Leila’s heart knew it. He kissed away the pain as he moved just a little inside her. Not the pain down below, for there was bliss coming back there now. His lips made up for every slight, for every cruel word that had been said, and he was better than music, for Leila knew then that love existed.

      His hesitation diminished as her body started to move to his. He moved his arm so her head dropped back to the mattress and her hips started to lift. Her moans of pleasure, Leila realised, drove him on. So, too, did the lift of her groin. Faster and harder he moved as her body willed his to and then when he could surely not fill her anymore, he swelled further.

      And it was then she found it.

      The place she had always been seeking. It was navy and silver and she entered that place with James.

      He saw it, too, as he shot into her.

      It was all he could see as she sobbed out his name and her tight space clenched around him over and over as he filled her.

      She loved the collapse of him on top of her and the twitch of both of them after, sated but still sensitive, as they came back to the world together.

      He had a million questions but there was not one he could think of now because nothing really mattered as they kissed and then lay there.

      ‘Go to sleep,’ James said, because he could feel her soft and exhausted, and her eyelashes were blinking on his chest as she fought to keep her eyes open.

      Instead she lay there pretending to be asleep until he was.

      She did not want to cry out, even though Leila was quite sure that she would not tonight for she had never felt such peace in her life. It wasn’t just the sex; it was the feel of his arm around her and the rise of his chest as he breathed beneath her cheek.

      It was the bliss of finally being held in another’s arms; it was contact. And now she had it she would stay awake forever if she had to, just to revel in this.

      And stay awake Leila did till morning. James stirred and her face turned to his chest and she tasted again the salty skin. Her hand slid down and she closed her fingers around the solid length that had driven her to new places in the night, felt again its power and her kiss to his chest deepened.

      James’s hand came over hers for a moment, guiding her slow movement, giving in to the sensations.

      James didn’t, as a rule, like morning sex.

      It was too intimate; it promised too much and it was promising it now.

      He wanted to turn, wanted to lift her chin and kiss her; he wanted his hand that was stroking her buttocks to slip between her legs and part her and take her again.

      He was that close to doing that, but last night’s many questions were making themselves known now, and he told Leila that he was going to take a shower.

      The mirror told the tale.

      His chest was bruised by her mouth and his hangover was starting to catch up with him. One cocktail too many, James thought as he stepped into the shower. That, he was used to, but as James looked down and saw the smear of blood at the top of his thighs, it wasn’t his hangover that was troubling him—one virgin was one virgin too many for him.

      That, he wasn’t used to.

      He reached for soap and looked around; he liked the clues of a woman’s bathroom. He expected exotic fragrances, for her hair had smelled divine, but it was just the exclusive toiletries synonymous with The Harrington.

      Out of the shower he wrapped his hips in a towel and opened a hotel toothbrush and that niggle that something didn’t sit right started to multiply.

      No woman, no woman he had ever been with, possessed so little. There was a hairbrush and a small toiletry bag with a lipstick and, thank God, James thought, there was a packet of contraceptive pills.

      His businesswoman from Dubai sure travelled light.

      Leila watched as he came out of the shower. She could see the tense set of his unshaven jaw as he walked towards the large fitted wardrobe.

      ‘What are you doing?’

      ‘Just getting a robe.”

      James pulled one from the hangers but he wasn’t there for a robe; instead he had confirmed his suspicions, for there were no clothes, no shoes, no bags.

      Nothing.

      Instead of putting on the robe he dried himself and looked over to the mystery woman who lay in bed.

      Was she a journalist? James wondered. They were all over him at the moment. God knows he’d told her far too much last night.

      Had Isabelle hired her as some sort of plant when she’d heard that James was at the hotel? That would make more sense because Isabelle would do anything to discredit the Chatsfield name.

      ‘Do you want to go down for breakfast?’ James said.

      ‘We could have it here,’ Leila answered, for she knew she could not put on last night’s dress and shoes.

      ‘Why don’t we go somewhere,’ James pushed, and Leila stared back. Her eyes felt gritty from a lack of sleep, and as she looked at James she started to realise that whatever they had found last night had gone.

      ‘Come on,’ James said, ‘let’s go down for breakfast.’ He wanted her to tell him that her luggage had been delayed, he wanted her to tell him her reasons, yet Leila did not.

      ‘Why are you getting dressed?’ Leila asked.

      ‘I’ve got a meeting at nine,’ James said.

      It was just after six.

      He was actually conflicted.

      For the most part he did not want to leave, yet it wasn’t just getting involved with her, or even her innocence, that СКАЧАТЬ