“You’re breaking the rules, Peter,” she cried.
“Erin …” It was a groan of protest.
“I haven’t fully undressed you,” she pleaded.
His chest heaved as he regathered himself, his hands falling back to his sides, his body stiffening with resolve.
“It will be good,” she promised huskily.
Good…
The word bounced around the fragmented edges of Peter’s completely blown mind, not finding any relevant echo to what he was feeling. His entire body was a furnace of desire. Never had he been so aroused by a woman’s touch. In fact, no woman had ever touched him with such exquisite sensuality. The intensity of feeling was such that he wanted to crush her flesh to his. Waiting was hell, yet there was a compelling fascination in what she would choose to do next.
It took every ounce of his control to hold still as she undid his jeans, slid her hands under the waistband of his underpants and slowly peeled both garments down, freeing his erection, causing the muscles in his butt to clench. Normally he shoved these clothes off as fast as possible. It was strange having them removed almost ceremoniously, standing here in the night air, having his body gradually bared; thighs, knees, calves, feet.
Were the princes of old ministered to like this by their valets?
The whimsical thought amused him until the answer took his breath away. No. Not like this. Not with soft hands stroking his legs, exploring every inch of them, making his skin leap with sensitivity, his muscles rock-hard. The roar of the ocean filled his ears. Or was it the roar of his own blood, rushing through his body?
She was circling his groin now, fingers playing with his pubic hair. He stared at the stars in the night sky, trying to repress the urge to explode into action. She was building a level of excitement that went beyond his experience and he wanted to know how far it could go. Would go. He had to hold himself in check, let the erotic assault continue.
A crescent moon…should be a full one for this fantasy. Though what he was feeling was no fantasy. She slid a hand between his thighs, cupping him, fingers gently squeezing, other fingers stroking the length of his shaft, gliding over its tip. She kissed it. He closed his eyes as a tide of incredibly sweet pleasure swamped his entire body.
She kissed his navel, kisses running up his chest as she pushed herself upright, her breasts brushing over him, her stomach pressing against his erection, her hands gliding up over his shoulders, linking behind his neck.
“Was it good?” she asked, her voice lilting with her own pleasure in him.
His eyes snapped open. Her face was lifted to his, her beautiful smile tugging on his heart again, releasing him from her rules of play.”This is not the end,”
he said, his hands whipping out to seize her, crush her close, his mouth crashing down on her smile, plundering it for all she would give him.
A fierce passion surged between them.
Man-woman heat sizzling, blazing.
Peter erupted into action, sweeping her off her feet, cradling her in his arms, carrying her inside to his cave…his bed.
It was a long way from the end.
Chapter 6
Erin drifted slowly from a lovely languorous sleep, a deep sense of well-being seeping into her consciousness, her body uncurling and stretching, revelling in feeling good. She lifted her arms up over her head, arched her back and opened her eyes.
Shock slammed into her heart.
Peter Ramsey was standing at the end of the bed, watching her, a satisfied little smile lurking on his lips, his hair wet, slicked back, his blue eyes taking their fill of her, his magnificent body unashamedly naked except for a white towel slung over one shoulder.
He was definitely real.
And she was in his bed, his apartment at Bondi Beach .
Memories of all they’d done together last night flooded through Erin’s mind.
Her vaginal muscles instantly squinched, recalling the incredible pleasure of one amazing climax after another. It had been so fantastic, but…
what happens now?
“Sleeping beauty awakes,” Peter drawled in an indulgent tone.”You could have waited for my kiss.” Relief poured into her smile. He wasn’t setting their fantasy aside yet. Maybe there would be more than one night. Lots of nights.”I haven’t slept for a hundred years, have I?” she tossed back at him, wondering what time it was and if he had any plans for today—plans that included her.
“No. But it’s time you were up if you want to come to the races with me.”
“Races?”
“I have a horse running at Randwick this afternoon. It’s her maiden race and I said I’d be there to watch.” Horse-racing! Erin recol ected he’d met with his trainer yesterday morning.
billionaire playground, she thought. It had never been a part of her world but she was up for any new experience shared with this man. More adventure.
Colourful, too.
“Do people dress up for Randwick as much as they do for the Melbourne Cup?” she asked, having watched what was always billed as “The Race That Stops A Nation” on television. It was a huge fashion scene.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said, arrogantly dismissive of the clothes aspect, strolling around the bed to sit beside her, smiling as he stroked the mussed tresses of her hair away from her face.”I’ll dress you like a princess.” The connection to their fantasy didn’t work for Erin this time. It was okay for Peter to invite her to go along with him. She wanted to. But dressing her…did he mean what she thought he meant?
“How do you intend to do that?” she asked warily.
He shrugged.”I’m acquainted with the top designers in Sydney. All it takes is a call to get something suitable brought here. What style of clothes appeals to you…Lisa Ho, Peter Morrisey, Colette Dinnegan …?”
He hung the celebrity names out with such a blasé air of confidence, Erin felt herself bridling against his assumption that she would fall in with his plan—be his mannequin—because he had the power and the wealth to dress her any way he pleased.
“No, thank you,” she said decisively.
“No?” The caressing hand stilled. He frowned in disbelief.”You’re saying no?” His eyes blazed into hers, determined on reigniting the intimate connection they had made last night. It had been good…great…incredibly fantastic…and her body instantly rebelled against any negative dictate that might end it right here. She wanted to be with him, wanted what they’d shared to continue, yet some gritty part of her brain would not let her be taken over or made over by anyone.