London, when he would once again become her boss and she would be his perfect PA. There was no reason for her to believe that this would carry on. His affairs never did. But at least he had said that she would not be thrown out of her job. Not in so many words, but he had said that he never wanted to lose her—which amounted to the same thing, didn’t it?
‘I love the paleness of your skin,’ he muttered, as his mouth moved from her breasts to trace a path over her stomach and towards his ultimate goal. ‘Too many women think a tan makes them look healthier and more beautiful, but you are simply perfection.’
Kara loved the compliment he had paid her. And when his hungry mouth finally reached the soft whorls of hair at the apex of her thighs neither of them wanted tospeak. The only sounds they made were of pleasure. The only movements they made were purely instinctive.
Kara could not believe how easily or how swiftly Blake brought her to her climax. It seemed that he had only just touched her and her world exploded. Again! As it had last night! What must he be thinking? It couldn’t be very much fun for him.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, her voice low and hoarse.
‘Sorry?’ he growled. ‘Don’t be. It’s a compliment. Would you like to return the favour?’
What? Kiss him? There? Kara felt the blood rush to her face. He was asking too much. How could she? But within minutes she found herself teasing Blake in the same way as he had teased her. And whatever she was doing she must have been doing it right, because with the deepest groan she had ever heard he suddenly swung her onto her back and within seconds of protecting himself had entered her.
Kara lifted her hips to accommodate him and they both rode the storm together. She thought that she was going to black out, so intense was her pleasure, so many waves washing over her time and time again, and afterwards they both lay sated, unable to move, no strength left in their bodies.
Blake watched Kara, lying perfectly still with her eyes closed, and she lay there for so long that he wondered whether she was hating him now, whether he had overstepped the mark. There was a stillness about her that was scary. He felt sick to the bottom of his heart—until her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled. ‘I think I have gone to heaven.’
Relief flooded through him. ‘I was beginning to think that you thought badly of me.’
‘How could I?’ she asked, sitting up. ‘I never knew that making love could be so beautiful. My mother always said—’ She stopped abruptly and shook her head. ‘Please forget I said that. I love my mother dearly. I would never say anything against her.’
Blake guessed that her mother’s opinion on sex would have been based on the man she had married. The man who sounded like a complete monster. He forced himself to smile. ‘We’re not all the same. Myself and many other men besides me see women as objects of beauty, to be treated with respect and fairness. We would never demand anything they do not want to give. One day, Kara, you will find a man to love, and you will see that I am right.’
Kara felt as though he had just thrown her into the lake and left her to drown. He had just confirmed her suspicions that this was nothing more than a fling as far as he was concerned. A holiday romance! Something she would remember for the rest of her life but he would not.
How she managed to give the impression that there was nothing wrong she did not know. She glanced at her watch and pretended to be surprised at the time. ‘We should be getting back.’
Despite what he had said, however, Kara still managed to feel total awareness, and she knew that if he wanted to make love to her again she would let him. He was in her bloodstream now; she could not get rid of him. He was a part of her and she was a part of him.
CHAPTER SIX
K ARA and Blake had finished their dinner, and were seated outside on the terrace watching the sun slide slowly
‘I love the paleness of your skin,’ he muttered, as his mouth moved from her breasts to trace a path over her stomach and towards his ultimate goal. ‘Too many women think a tan makes them look healthier and more beautiful, but you are simply perfection.’
Kara loved the compliment he had paid her. And when his hungry mouth finally reached the soft whorls of hair at the apex of her thighs neither of them wanted tospeak. The only sounds they made were of pleasure. The only movements they made were purely instinctive.
Kara could not believe how easily or how swiftly Blake brought her to her climax. It seemed that he had only just touched her and her world exploded. Again! As it had last night! What must he be thinking? It couldn’t be very much fun for him.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, her voice low and hoarse.
‘Sorry?’ he growled. ‘Don’t be. It’s a compliment. Would you like to return the favour?’
What? Kiss him? There? Kara felt the blood rush to her face. He was asking too much. How could she? But within minutes she found herself teasing Blake in the same way as he had teased her. And whatever she was doing she must have been doing it right, because with the deepest groan she had ever heard he suddenly swung her onto her back and within seconds of protecting himself had entered her.
Kara lifted her hips to accommodate him and they both rode the storm together. She thought that she was going to black out, so intense was her pleasure, so many waves washing over her time and time again, and afterwards they both lay sated, unable to move, no strength left in their bodies.
Blake watched Kara, lying perfectly still with her eyes closed, and she lay there for so long that he wondered whether she was hating him now, whether he had overstepped the mark. There was a stillness about her that was scary. He felt sick to the bottom of his heart—until her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled. ‘I think I have gone to heaven.’
Relief flooded through him. ‘I was beginning to think that you thought badly of me.’
‘How could I?’ she asked, sitting up. ‘I never knew that making love could be so beautiful. My mother always said—’ She stopped abruptly and shook her head. ‘Please forget I said that. I love my mother dearly. I would never say anything against her.’
Blake guessed that her mother’s opinion on sex would have been based on the man she had married. The man who sounded like a complete monster. He forced himself to smile. ‘We’re not all the same. Myself and many other men besides me see women as objects of beauty, to be treated with respect and fairness. We would never demand anything they do not want to give. One day, Kara, you will find a man to love, and you will see that I am right.’
Kara felt as though he had just thrown her into the lake and left her to drown. He had just confirmed her suspicions that this was nothing more than a fling as far as he was concerned. A holiday romance! Something she would remember for the rest of her life but he would not.
How she managed to give the impression that there was nothing wrong she did not know. She glanced at her watch and pretended to be surprised at the time. ‘We should be getting back.’
Despite what he had said, however, Kara still managed to feel total awareness, and she knew that if he wanted to make love to her again she would let him. He was in her bloodstream now; she could not get rid of him. He was a part of her and she was a part of him.
CHAPTER SIX
K ARA and Blake had finished their dinner, and were seated outside on the terrace watching the sun slide slowly
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