Modern Romance March 2015 Collection 2. Jane Porter

      ‘This...isn’t a good idea.’ Common sense half-heartedly tried to prevail but Lucas recognised it for what it was: a flimsy attempt to hold off something that felt inevitable. He had already dumped his jacket downstairs and his fingers were hooked under the polo shirt, ready to yank it over his head. He was breathing fast as he stared at her, not trusting himself to get any closer, because that flimsy attempt at common sense wouldn’t stand a chance.

      ‘Why not?’ Milly asked with reckless abandon. She took a couple of steps towards him.

      They hadn’t switched on the light, and the bedroom was bathed in pale moonlit rays sifting through the big windows. His beautiful face was a mix of shadows and angles, his eyes glittering as he watched her nervous progress.

      He felt nervous, as well. Unbelievable.

      ‘Don’t you fancy me at all?’ she asked, placing the palm of her hand on his chest and feeling the steady beating of his heart underneath it.

      ‘What sort of stupid question is that?’ Lucas returned roughly. He covered her hand with his and guided it to the bulging hardness of his erection pushing against the zip of his jeans.

      Milly shivered, unbelievably turned on. So turned on that she forgot to be scared that this was going to be her first time. With trembling fingers, she hitched down the zip and heard his sharp, indrawn breath with a jab of pure satisfaction.

      She had taken a chance, had been prepared to stomach his rejection because her own shameless craving felt like something requiring satisfaction before she packed her bags and walked away. The feel of his arousal was proof that he wanted her, too, even if he didn’t think it was a good idea.

      With a growl of impatience, Lucas pulled off the polo shirt, revealing a bronzed, muscular body that was as exquisite and as perfect as the rest of him. Any wonder she had dumped all her reservations? Breathing shallow, she ran her fingers lightly over his torso, pausing to circle the tight, brown nipples.

      ‘We’re supposed to be lovers...’ She looked up at him with a wry smile. ‘Aren’t we?’

      ‘How is it that you haven’t felt this pressing need to touch me before?’

      ‘Who says I haven’t?’

      Lucas’s smile was triumphant. Common sense flew through the window. He began unbuttoning the tiny pearl buttons, taking his time, until the top half of the dress was gaping, allowing him to see tantalising glimpses of her soft breasts.

      ‘You weren’t wearing a bra,’ he murmured huskily. ‘That was the first thing I noticed when I saw you this evening.’

      ‘I had no idea you even noticed what I was wearing, considering you didn’t say anything.’

      ‘The sight left me speechless.’

      Milly smiled. ‘Speechless in a good way?’

      ‘Speechless in a way that made me want to do what I’m about to do now.’ He hooked his fingers under the spaghetti straps of the dress and slowly pulled himself down until he was feasting his eyes on the proud jut of her breasts.

      Milly stood absolutely still, which was the only way she could think of to restrain herself from pulling the dress back into position. She didn’t want to think of all the lovely bodies he had looked at before because she was not built like one of them.

      ‘Don’t say anything.’

      ‘Not hard. I find...’ He circled one rosy nipple with his finger and felt her shudder. ‘I find myself without words...’

      ‘I’m not tall and skinny. I’m short and well-endowed... Sorry.’

      Lucas looked at her in genuine amazement at her self-denigration. ‘I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life.’

      ‘Thank you for that.’ Romantic fool she might be but she could also be as realistic as he assumed she was not, and she was realistic enough to know that what he saw was the novelty of a differently shaped body and a differently fashioned personality from those to which he was accustomed. But the moment would be lost if she embarked on that sort of conversation. It was a topic best left alone.

      She walked shakily towards the bed and seconds later he joined her, tossing the condom he had sourced onto the small bedside table.

      ‘Take off the dress,’ he commanded. ‘No, just let it fall open... Yes, like that. I want to see you...’ He straddled her prone body and just watched, savouring the tight buds of her nipples. He removed his jeans and enjoyed the way her eyes skittered away from his pulsing erection before looking once again. ‘Feel free to touch.’ He barely recognised his voice.

      Milly gulped and tentatively tugged down the boxers. He was impressive in his girth, his erection as big, as powerful and as striking as he was. She took it in her hand and instinct took over. At first, she kept her eyes half-closed, but then opened them and looked at the shiny head in her hand then, growing braver, she sat up and took him into her mouth.

      She tasted him and felt him shudder, move and arch back. His fingers had coiled in her long hair. The salty taste of him was an aphrodisiac, sending waves of pleasure and yearning through her in equal measure.

      She moaned when he pushed her back. Her underwear was wet, her own arousal soaking through the cotton, and she wriggled and kicked herself free of it, parting her legs in an attempt to cool between them.

      ‘You’re burning up for me.’ Lucas slipped exploring fingers into her and her breath caught in her throat as he found her clitoris and began rubbing it, gentle, persistent strokes that made her arch her body up, transported like she had never been before in her life.

      She didn’t want to come. Not like this. She pulled him to her and kissed him and Lord...it was beautiful. It was a kiss meant to be lost in. His tongue against hers was gentle and demanding at the same time. She could taste the essence of the guy who wanted to move slowly and yet was desperate to sate his hunger. His steel shaft brushed against her and she opened her legs a little wider so that she could feel its hardness against the parted, delicate folds. She moaned softly into his mouth, quivering when his erection pressed against her clitoris, threatening to push her over the edge.

      She broke apart and captured his face between her hands. ‘There’s something I should tell you.’

      ‘Now isn’t the time for sharing confidences,’ Lucas breathed shakily. He pinned her arms above her head and ordered her to keep them there.

      Then he lowered his head to taste her succulent nipples, circling first one then the other with his mouth, drawing them deeply in then teasing the stiffened bud with his tongue.

      Milly couldn’t bear it. It was beyond pleasurable. It was also a completely new experience. She wanted to tell him that she was a virgin. He deserved to know, didn’t he? Or else he might expect her to...be like all his other women. She wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly, but she thought that creative gymnastics might be involved.

      She half-opened her mouth and a gasp of pure pleasure came out instead of the haltering admission she had been formulating.

      He was licking her nipple, watching her, enjoying the hectic colour in her cheeks, enjoying the way she couldn’t keep still, all her little soft moans and whimpers.

      Her full breasts jiggled as she writhed under him and he was driven to capture her other nipple, suckling on it until the moans became husky and uncontrolled.

      He’d never felt the need to rush his love-making. Sex was an art form and pleasure had to be given and taken in equal measure. He was a master of taking things slowly, of the languorous intimate exploration, but right now it required a great deal of self-control not to grab the condom on the bedside table, stick it on and just...take her. Where his skinny supermodels were all sharp angles and jutting hip bones, Milly was soft, silky smooth and sensually rounded.

      He curved his hand along her side, mouth still firmly clamped on her breast, then over the gentle swell of her stomach