The satin quilt was cool against her back. Cool and sensual. He arranged her in the middle of the bed with her head resting on a mound of pillows, stopping to plant a hungry kiss on her mouth before standing up and just staring down at her.

‘You are one very beautiful woman, Mrs Stone,’ he muttered, then began ripping off his own clothes.

She watched, fascinated, as he exposed his magnificent body to her eyes. It was everything that—and more than—she’d imagined. He had superbly developed muscles and a shape to emphasise them. Broad shoulders and chest, a six-pack stomach, slim hips and the legs of a gladiator.

But it was what rose up between those legs that drew her eyes the most, and held them.

‘And you are one very beautiful man, Mr Stone,’ she couldn’t resist saying, her voice low and husky.

‘I thought you said you didn’t like to talk.’

‘I’ve changed my mind.’

He shrugged his broad shoulders. ‘Whatever turns you on.’

Just looking at him turned her on.

He stood there and stared down at her some more, then down at her lace panties, then further down to where she was still wearing her high heels.

‘Those heels are lethal weapons,’ he growled, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for her feet. ‘They have to go.’

‘The panties too,’ he added after her shoes hit the floor.

Natalie held her breath as he hooked his fingers under the sides of her lacy G-string and levered them over her hips, peeling them swiftly down her legs, leaving her with nothing to hide her sex but a small vee of damp curls. She found herself pressing her thighs tightly together, embarrassed, suddenly, by her total nakedness.

Thank God he bent down and kissed her again, kissed her and kissed her till all her shyness melted away again, replaced by a fierce need to have him on that bed with her, on top of her, inside her, filling that part of her that needed to be filled, oh, so desperately.

‘Mike,’ she moaned against his mouth when he finally let her come up for air.

‘Mmm?’ His lips rubbed over hers, one of his hands around her neck, the other trailing down to tweak a still-tender nipple.

‘Just do it.’

His head lifted, his eyes searching hers.

‘You sure?’

‘Yes,’ she choked out.

‘I won’t be a sec.’

It took him more than a sec to retrieve a condom from his wallet. More like thirty seconds. But Natalie didn’t mind. Despite the intensity of her need, she enjoyed lying there, watching him, admiring his male beauty, thrilling to the thought that, soon, he’d be really making love to her.

No, not really making love, she told herself with a small lurch to her heart. Having sex with her.