Tall, Dark... Collection. Кэрол Мортимер

beyond the limit of his control. He raised his head to look down at her again, holding her gaze with his as his head moved lower. Hebe’s back arched, allowing full access for his lips to capture the breast his hand had forsaken to move between her thighs, and his caress there increase its rhythm as pleasure seemed to rip through every particle of her body.

      Hebe collapsed back limply against the side of the bath, satiated beyond belief, beyond possibility.

      Nick continued to lick and gently suck the rosy nipple between his lips, enjoying Hebe too much to stop yet, wanting to take her over that edge again and again, until he knew she was utterly, completely his.

      She reached her second climax quickly, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her release.

      ‘No more, Nick,’ she gasped weakly. ‘I can’t. Not again!’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ he murmured gruffly, sliding into the bath fully clothed. ‘You can…!’

      And she could, Hebe found, seeing, feeling and knowing nothing but Nick as he took possession of her mouth, his tongue seeking and finding hers, all the time his hands caressing the swell of her breasts and the nipples that were hard and sensitive to the touch.

      ‘I want you, Nick,’ she finally gasped, when his mouth released hers to travel down to her breast and draw the tip once more inside, his tongue licking slowly across it. ‘I want you inside me. Now!’ she murmured achingly, as the pleasure became unbearable, her hips moving rhythmically against his caressing hand.

      It was too late. The power of her release this time completely robbed her of breath, a sob of ecstasy catching in her throat.

      ‘I need you inside me, Nick,’ she urged, when she finally found breath again to speak. ‘Please!’ The heated ache inside her cried out for his full possession.

      God, she looked wonderful like this, Nick acknowledged heatedly as he stood up with her in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom. He just wanted to make love to her all day long. All week long! Damn it, he never wanted to stop!

      But Hebe had her own ideas about that, he quickly learnt. She was kneeling up on the bed to slowly divest him of his wet clothes, her lips leaving a trail of fire over his chilled skin as she slipped the wet shirt from his shoulders, kissing across his shoulders and down his chest, looking up at him with smouldering gold-coloured eyes as she ran her tongue across his own hardened nipple before moving lower to dip erotically into his navel.

      God…!

      Nick had never experienced anything like this before. The throb of his thighs was becoming unbearable as he strained against the wet denim.

      Wet denim that Hebe peeled quickly from his body, releasing him, her hands caressing him lightly there, like butterfly wings, as she kissed the inside of his thighs, her mouth hot and moist. A groan low in Nick’s throat escaped as he ached for those lips about him.

      ‘What do you want, Nick?’ Hebe prompted huskily as she continued to kiss him, her tongue trailing the length of him now, driving him quietly, madly insane. ‘Tell me what you want?’

      ‘For God’s sake…’ he gasped achingly.

      ‘Tell me, Nick,’ she urged softly.

      ‘Take me, Hebe,’ he groaned. ‘For God’s sake—ah…!’ Barely had her lips touched him when he realised he had almost reached the point of his own release, knew he was going over the edge, too aroused to stop himself. ‘What—?’ he cried, as she released him to move above and over him.

      Hebe moved slowly, holding Nick’s heated gaze as she gradually took the pulsing length of him inside her, breasts thrust forward for his mouth to reach as she began to move above him. His lips found and took one rosy nipple deep inside his mouth as he moved in the same rhythm beneath her.

      They reached their climax together, hot, pulsing and explosive, looking into each other’s eyes as Hebe arched ecstatically above him before collapsing weakly on his chest.

      Amazing.

      Incredible.

      Unbelievable.

      Making love with Nick had to be the most erotic experience of her life!

      Nick’s arms were wrapped around Hebe, and the silver-gold of her hair draped across his chest as he held her against him, their breathing steadying, the fierce beat of his heart slowly returning to normal.

      But deep inside him Nick knew his life would never be normal again.

      He had been married for five years, had known women before and since his marriage, but never before had he ever been with anyone like Hebe.

      She was magnificent.

      An enchantress.

      He had thought to possess and bind her to him with the force of their lovemaking, and instead he found himself possessed and bound to Hebe.

      For ever.

      His arms tightened about her as he dismissed, expelled, any thought that he might ever lose her. That would never happen. He wanted Hebe. And no matter what her reasons for marrying him, he vowed she would stay with him always.

      He could no longer contemplate a life without her!

      ‘So much for waiting until after we’re married,’ she murmured self-derisively.

      ‘You said you wanted me. And I can’t keep my hands off you,’ he admitted gruffly. ‘Not that I tried too hard,’ he acknowledged. ‘Hebe—Damn!’ he muttered impatiently as the telephone on the bedside table began to ring.

      Hebe raised her head to look at him, deeply resentful of this interruption to their closeness. ‘Leave it, Nick,’ she encouraged throatily.

      The longer they stayed here, in their own world, without outside influences, the more she hoped that they would come to know and understand each other. They had to if their marriage was to stand any chance at all.

      And physically, she knew, they were perfectly attuned. It was a start.

      The telephone kept ringing, and by the tenth ring Hebe could see that Nick was becoming restless.

      She moved off his chest, smiling slightly. ‘Go ahead and answer it,’ She nodded. ‘It must be something important to keep ringing like that.’

      His expression darkened. ‘If it isn’t, I’m going to wring someone’s neck!’

      ‘As long as it isn’t mine,’ she teased.

      He kissed her lingeringly on the lips to dispel that idea, before turning to pick up the receiver. ‘Yes? What—?’ He sat up in bed, his expression suddenly strained. ‘Could you just hold on a minute?’ he asked the caller gruffly, even as he swung his legs off the bed. ‘I’ll put the call on hold and take it in the other room,’ he told Hebe abruptly.

      Hebe watched him go with languid eyes, admiring the hard nakedness of his body as he strolled across the bedroom, feeling too lazy, too satiated to move.

      When Nick came back they would talk. Or rather she would talk and Nick would listen. And this time he would believe her. He had to!

      When Nick came back…

      Ten minutes later he still hadn’t returned to the bedroom, and the bedcovers were feeling slightly damp and uncomfortable beneath Hebe. She smiled as she realised they had been so desperate for each other that they had lain on the bed together still dripping wet from the bath.

      Hebe smiled again dreamily as she got up to go in search of dry bedsheets. There had to be some in the apartment somewhere. And if they were to sleep in that bed tonight the covers would have to be changed first. It—

      ‘That’s wonderful, Sally,’ she heard Nick murmur huskily in the sitting-room, and came to an abrupt halt as she realised the call had to be from his ex-wife.

      A call Nick had deliberately chosen not to take in front of Hebe…