‘I want you so much too,’ he said huskily, sliding inside me. We both gasped, smiling at the friction as Jake moved, pressing me into the tiles, and I clung to him, desperate to be as close as possible. He kissed me, then moved his lips to my ears. ‘This is better than I could have even hoped.’

‘For me too,’ I replied, letting out another moan. This felt so good and naughty too. Jake was introducing me to a whole host of things I’d never done with a man. I really had been missing out. Not just in my years of not having any sex but before them when the sex I’d had was nothing like this.

‘I don’t want this to stop,’ Jake said so quietly, I wondered if I had heard him correctly or not but I shuddered against him, lost in pleasure so I couldn’t check. But I hoped he had said what I thought he said, and meant it, because I felt exactly the same way.

31

After our shower, Jake had pulled on a hotel robe and slippers, cracked my door and made sure the corridor was empty before giving me a quick kiss and darting into his hotel room next door. When he had gone, I sank down onto the edge of the bed in just my towel and took a few deep breaths. I glanced in the mirror. My skin was damp and flushed, my hair was starting to curl over my shoulders and there was a smile on my face. Talk about a nice way to wake up. I was clean from the shower but also felt slightly dirty in the best way. Jake had spun my world upside down.

How had I gone from not having sex for three years to hot shower sex with my favourite romance author?

My phone beeped with a message so I grabbed it and saw it was from Liv.

I’m heading to breakfast now, want to join me? I am of course in desperate need of knowing how last night went…