Sensation shot through her and she tried to move against him, but he held her firmly while he lavished attention on both her breasts. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, and when he finally lifted his head, her cheeks were flushed and her limbs were trembling. For a moment he just looked at her and she thought that she was going to be the one to beg, and then she felt his hand between her thighs and the expert stroke of his fingers as they discovered the heart of her.

His touch was so intimate that for a moment she stiffened and instantly felt him pause. And the fact that he’d paused made her realise just how much care he was taking with her.

‘Conner—please—I don’t think I can wait.’

With a skilled, knowing fingers he found exactly the right place and caressed her gently until the excitement grew from a slow ache to a maddening turmoil of sensation. As his exploration grew bolder and more intimate, she arched and writhed, silently begging for the possession that her body craved.

‘Look at me, Flora.’ He shifted over her, slid a hand under her bottom and she felt the blunt tip of his erection brushing against her. For a moment she couldn’t breathe, the excitement and anticipation so great that her entire body was trembling with need. And then he eased forward slowly and she gasped because it took her body a moment to accommodate him.

He paused, his breath warming her neck. ‘Am I hurting you?’

‘No.’

‘Relax, angel.’ He closed his mouth over hers, kissed her deeply and moved forward, driving deeper inside her. ‘Relax for me.’

But she didn’t want to relax. She wanted—She wanted…

Excitement exploded inside her and she rose instinctively to meet his thrusts.

Her heart thudded wildly and she curved her hands over his bottom, urging him on. ‘Conner, Conner…’ She looked into his eyes and saw primitive need blazing there.

He slowed the pace, his eyes holding hers. ‘Are you OK?’

‘Yes…’ Talking was difficult. ‘It’s just that you look—’ She broke off and moaned as he moved again in an agonisingly slow rhythm.

‘How do I look?’

‘Sort of—scary.’

‘I’m trying not to lose control.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘And it’s pretty hard.’

‘Then stop trying.’ She breathed the words against his mouth and felt him tense. ‘I’m not delicate, Conner. Make love to me the way you want to make love to me.’

His eyes darkened and his breathing quickened. ‘I never want to hurt you, Flora.’

‘You won’t hurt me.’ But the fact that he cared enough to be careful with her increased the feeling of warmth growing inside her. ‘I’m OK. I’ve never been so OK,’ she murmured, and his mouth flickered into a half-smile and he surged into her again, this time going deeper.