Modern Romance July 2018 Books 5-8 Collection. Annie West

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      Why? The word drummed an incessant staccato beat in his head.

      But it was drowned by the rush of blood evacuating his brain and heading lower. He’d been stiff as a board but now he grew in her hand, pressing into that warm caress that slid down his shaft then up, more confident and devastating with each pass.

      Dimly Sayid recalled the need for control, but it was swept away as he bucked into Lina’s hold, unable to stop himself.

      He snapped his eyes open, falling into her violet gaze. The rich scent of roses and female arousal filled the air.

      She squeezed him and he jolted. Any second now...

      Gritting his teeth, Sayid plucked her hand away, shuddering at the slide of her fingers against his erection.

      He saw a protest form on those plump lips but he wasn’t in the mood for conversation. His mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was barely short of brutal, devouring her with a hunger he was past restraining.

      Sayid covered her mound with his hand, relishing the way she tilted up into his touch. That was it. He just needed to check... Yes. Triumph stirred. Lina was ready for him.

      He’d learned how to make foreplay an art, priding himself on his patience, ensuring his lover’s satisfaction first. But now there was no time for subtlety or patience. He braced himself over her and with one purposeful thrust, pushed hard, harder, only to find himself sliding with incredible ease right to her core.

      Stunned eyes, the colour of mountain irises, met his. For an instant the world held steady. Then, before he had time to expend the breath cramming his lungs, or even think about technique, the pressure hit like a runaway train, smashing into him.

      Lina clenched around him again and again, a flush tinting her bare breasts, throat and cheeks, a look of astonishment on her face.

      Then Sayid was incapable of noticing anything but the unholy tightness in his groin, the rush of volcanic pleasure pulsing through him, and the tug of muscles stretched to breaking point as instinct took over and he pumped frantically into oblivion.

      Dimly he heard a guttural cry of triumph and a sob of what he hoped was feminine delight, as his strength gave way and he crashed down on Lina.

      He had to move away. He had to get off her. But the strength had seeped from his body. Besides, there was a warm, rhythmic stroke over his back that urged him not to move. His head was in the curve of Lina’s shoulder, his chest crushing her.

      Finally, gathering his wits, he lifted his weight onto his elbows. Instantly she murmured a protest, her arms wrapping around his back, pulling as if to tug him down. Sayid pressed a kiss to the slick, perfumed skin of her neck, then forced himself to roll away, onto his side. The slide of their exquisitely sensitive bodies separating made him shudder.

      At last he lay on his back, trembling. Undone.

      He’d thought last night a pinnacle of physical pleasure.

      This was...miraculous. Appallingly, outrageously, infinitely better than he’d experienced before.

      His befuddled brain tried to compute a reason for it. His longish stint of celibacy. Muddled perception after a sleepless night. Some secret thrill at bedding a virgin.

      No. Nothing accounted for it.

      Sayid huffed a laugh. Maybe, after years of practice, he’d just got it right for the first time. The way he felt, anything was possible.

      ‘What’s so funny?’

      ‘Me. My brain’s short-circuited.’ Eyes still closed, he reached out and groped for her hand. ‘Are you okay?’

      ‘I’m not sure.’ Lina hesitated and despite believing he’d never move again, Sayid found himself propped on one arm, looking down at her. Lina’s hair was spread behind her like a dark halo, her raspberry-tipped breasts trembled with each shaky breath she took and her skin was flushed.

      ‘Did I hurt you?’ His belly crawled at the idea.

      Instantly that vibrant gaze meshed with his. Another tiny tremor, like an echo of rapture, wove through him.

      ‘Of course not. It was...’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t have words. But you didn’t hurt me. I just never knew anything could feel so good. I feel...changed.’ She chewed on her lip. ‘Is it always like this?’

      Relief made him smile. ‘Rarely. Obviously we’re very attuned to each other.’

      ‘Oh. That explains it.’ She rolled onto her side, moving close. ‘Will you hold me please? I feel... I don’t want to be alone.’

      Sayid stared down at the woman burrowing into his chest and told himself he didn’t do cuddles. Post-coital snuggling was to be avoided in case a lover began to get sentimental. It had been a problem in the past occasionally, despite his precautions.

      But instead of moving away, Sayid slipped his left arm under her head, pulling her across so she was draped over him. His right arm wrapped automatically around her, drawing her snug against him.

      ‘Nice,’ she murmured in a blurred voice and despite himself Sayid grinned.

      But as Lina fell into an untroubled sleep and the rising sun sent shafts of pink and apricot across the room, his smile died.

      He’d lost control, spectacularly. And, if he was honest with himself, he’d do it again in an instant if there was a chance of experiencing something like that exaltation as he lost himself in Lina.

      Lina. That was what was different.

      He’d told himself sex with Lina was like sex with any other woman, but it wasn’t true.

      She had some effect on him he didn’t understand. She’d decimated his command of himself. No, obliterated it.

      Gut instinct warned of trouble. What sort he couldn’t fathom. But there was something about Lina that threatened more than his tight rein over his sensual nature.

      He could walk away from this deal, tell her one night had been enough and a week wasn’t necessary.

      Except, he realised as his hold on her tightened and his soul howled silently in protest, he didn’t want to. For the first time in his adult life Sayid found himself unable to master his desire.

      He wanted her and he intended to keep her.

      For a week. That was all.

      What disruption could a single week cause?

       CHAPTER TEN

      DAY FIVE AND there was no lessening of his hunger for Lina.

      Had he really expected there would be?

      To be fair, he hadn’t had her solely to himself. Usually when he took a lover he was with them СКАЧАТЬ