Thank the Lord the condoms were handy or he might not have bothered.

He didn’t ask permission, her lack of protest confirming what he’d begun to suspect about her. She liked a man to be the boss in the bedroom. To take, not to talk.

He hoisted her up and onto the vanity in a flash, spreading her legs and pushing into her with one almighty thrust.

The silken glove of her flesh encapsulated him once more, holding him tight before drawing him in even deeper. He groaned to find that his orgasm was already building. He grabbed her hips, determined to slow things down a little. Instead, his rhythm was urgent, his eyes fixed on that spot where his flesh entered hers.

When she moaned, he glanced up at her face, then simply could not look away again. Her eyes were shut, but her mouth was open, her head tipped back so that her hair fell away from her back.

She looked utterly abandoned and totally beautiful.

He was still watching her when she came, her back arching away from him, her palms pressing flat on the marble vanity top as her naked cries of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls.

His own orgasm surprised him, being no less powerful, despite his distraction. He shuddered into her with force, his body not stilling for ages. Finally, he was done, his forehead dropping to her chest as a huge sigh rattled from his lungs.

And he was like that when her arms wrapped tenderly around his head, her lips brushing against the top of his head.

‘That was incredible,’ she whispered. ‘You’re incredible.’

For a few moments, Mike wallowed in her warmth, and her flattery. He might have wallowed more if his wariness about women hadn’t warned him not to get too carried away.

Her delicious body had already acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on him, making him lose control. He didn’t want to start losing his head as well.

‘Thanks for the compliment,’ he said, lifting his head, then lifting her off the vanity.

Now it was time to slow things down before the next course. Time for that long, leisurely bath together, and the task of discovering exactly how far his sexy new bride would let him go.

CHAPTER TWELVE

‘NATALIE! At last!’ Alanna exclaimed. ‘I’ve been dying for you to ring me all morning. Still, I suppose it is only ten o’clock. Well? What happened after we left yesterday? Did he or didn’t he?’

‘Did he or didn’t he what?’ Natalie teased.

‘For pity’s sake, girl, don’t torment me. I can already tell something happened. You sound too chipper for all our efforts to have failed. I want to know every single detail.’