Finally, when she thought she couldn’t stand the sexual torment any longer, he shifted his weight, still staring deep into her eyes as he gave them both the exquisite satisfaction that their bodies demanded.

This time when she peaked she felt his body shudder within hers and felt the pulsing strength of him deep inside her. Her fingers tightened on his arms and she cried out his name, clinging to him in desperation as she tumbled headlong into paradise.

Gradually their breathing slowed and he rolled onto his back, holding her firmly against him, giving her no opportunity to distance herself.

She lay still in his arms, shocked by the explosion of pleasure that had rocked her entire body. Then she turned and gave him a weak smile. ‘I thought you said that you shouldn’t exercise when you’ve just eaten?’

He bent his head and kissed her. ‘That,’ he said slowly, ‘depends on the exercise.’

Libby stayed with her head on his chest, feeling the roughness of his body hair against her cheek and the steady thud of his heart. His wonderfully male smell teased her nostrils and she closed her eyes, not wanting the moment to end.

It just felt so perfect.

But it wasn’t. Nothing could be that perfect.

‘I better get some clothes on—’

‘No. This time you’re not going anywhere.’ He rolled her underneath him and stroked her damp hair away from her face. ‘Having communicated honestly through body language, this is the part where you speak and admit that you have feelings for me.’

Achingly aware of the weight of his body touching every part of her, she caught her breath. ‘Feelings?’

‘That’s right.’ He gave a lazy smile and shifted slightly.

‘What makes you think I have feelings?’ She gasped as she felt him against her. ‘It was just sex, Andreas.’

He chuckled and bent his head to kiss her again. ‘Ah. Back to ‘‘just sex’’ again. Tell me, Lib, how many times have you had sex like that before?’

‘Oh, you know—once or twice…’ She licked dry lips and tried to look casual but it was pretty hard because he was still lying on top of her and she could feel the hard muscle of his thigh wedged against hers.

He rested his forehead against hers, intensifying the contact between them. ‘You’re lying, agape mou. You’ve never had sex like that before.’

‘You are so arrogant—’

‘And the reason I know that,’ he said, ignoring her interruption, ‘is because I haven’t either. Something happens between you and I, Libby, and it’s special. Unique to us. Just ours.’

Just ours.

He was doing it again. Making it sound special.

She struggled to catch her breath. ‘That’s rubbish.’

‘Is it?’ He shifted slightly so that not one single inch of her body was left untouched by his. ‘If it’s rubbish, why did you run out on me the night of the ball?’

‘The evening was over.’ The hair on Andreas’s chest teased her sensitised nipples and she struggled to concentrate as her body responded to the lightest of touches.