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‘Give me your breasts again.’ Maybe it’d help. This time he wasn’t quite as careful. Laving became grazing, teasing turned to sucking. Bridie took more of him in and it was all he could do to stay still and not rear up and take what she seemed so determined to give.

It wasn’t enough. She was hurting, not soaring. Curses left his lips as he pleaded for her to untie him so he could see to her pleasure, and his, but she refused him. His thrusting grew wilder and she stayed with him, getting looser, he thought, or maybe he only imagined she did. Her breathing grew ragged and she broke kisses in an effort to draw breath.

He came when she dug her nails into his chest. Nothing he could do about it other than dig his heels in and take his pleasure and strain and demand that she untie him.

Not until he softened inside her did she reach for the ties at his wrists. ‘You bent the bedhead,’ she said, but he barely heard her as he exploded into action, rolling her onto her back and getting his mouth between her legs, ravenous and apologetic for letting his pleasure come before hers.

He found her nub and set about driving her as insane as she’d so recently driven him. Inhibition had long ago left him as he set up a rough, pulsing rhythm, using his fingers to expose her and his mouth and tongue to bring her to completion. Satisfaction savaged him as she wove her hands through his hair, her eyes half hidden between generous lashes. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks, the better to position her, and figured he could stay there for ever.

She came on his tongue moments later, flooding him with sweetness, delighting him with her responsiveness.

He who hadn’t held or been held in years allowed her to lead him back up the bed. ‘You okay?’ she asked. It nearly broke him. He didn’t deserve such tenderness.

She checked his wrists and kissed the redness, a question in her eyes.

‘It’s nothing,’ he said.

She tucked in beside him, with her head on his shoulder and her hand to his chest as if she belonged there, and he was powerless against her expectations. ‘Are you okay?’ he finally asked.

‘I’m brilliant,’ she murmured on the edge of sleep. ‘Best night ever.’

So easy to please.

She’d wanted what he had to offer. She was happy with him, demons and all.

Wasn’t that something?

CHAPTER EIGHT

BRIDIE WOKE THE next morning, tucked up against the hard, warm body of a sleeping man whose chest rose and fell in a slow, even rhythm. He’d turned into her at some point during the night, and how he could even breathe with her hair in his face was a miracle, but he managed it. She turned, little spoon to his big one, step one of her exit plan, and stared out through the floor-to-ceiling window at the sky, before closing her eyes and savouring the feel of skin against skin.

Morning could wait just that little bit longer, couldn’t it?

Morning would mean conversation and explanation. Justification of actions that needed no justification and everything would become awkward again.

Her body ached in places it never had before, but she welcomed the feeling.

Welcome to sex, Bridie. Any complaints?

Not a one, except maybe her partner insisting he be tied up so he didn’t get too rowdy for her. He hadn’t. When she’d freed his hands he’d turned all that intense passion and power on her and sent her straight to heaven.

He hadn’t left her during the night to go walking the streets or sleep under the night sky or whatever it was that he usually did. He’d stayed with her.

It was a heady, welcome thought given that her desire for him hadn’t faded one little bit. She could go again. Her body was still stretched and moist for him. Unless... She teased her entrance with gentle fingers and felt no pain, but it was mighty damp, and when she saw her fingers they were red, and...

Oh.

Shower. Now.

Before Judah woke up and decided he’d split her in two.

She sprang from the bed and hightailed it to the bathroom and he let her go, not a word of protest and no physical restraint, and she didn’t look back to see if she’d woken him. She was too busy being embarrassed.

Not until she’d washed away all evidence of last night’s lovemaking did she lift her face to the spray. Was there a way to sneak back into bed with him after her hasty exit? A casual word or two: toilet break, now, where were we? Did she have the confidence for that?

Probably not.

She dressed and called for coffee and breakfast to be delivered. Same coffee orders as yesterday, full breakfast for two, and by the time it arrived and the concierge had arranged it on the table, Judah had appeared in the doorway.

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