His gaze stripped her naked, both physically and emotionally, and the knowledge that there were no barriers between them left her heady with excitement.

Amazingly she felt no shyness, only a sinful desire to know this man in every possible sense.

She stroked her fingers over the dark hair that covered his chest, tracing its course down his sleek, heated flesh until finally they brushed gently over the throbbing heat of his arousal.

He gave a harsh groan and she touched him as she’d never touched a man before, intrigued by the silken heat that pulsed in her seeking hand. Gently she explored him, her eyes still locked with his, the blood pulsing in her veins as she learned his power and masculinity.

‘Jenny, I can’t…’ He eased away from her, his breathing rapid. ‘You have to give me a minute.’

‘No!’ She coiled her legs around him in explicit invitation but the muscles of his shoulders bunched and he held himself away from her.

‘Not yet—you’re not ready.’

Not ready?

How much more ready could she get?

She gave a sob of frustration, lifting her hips towards his in desperation, but he ignored her seductive movement and slid downwards, intent on tormenting her still further.

She’d thought that excitement had pushed her beyond shyness but when she felt the cool flick of his tongue against the damp core of her womanhood she tensed and tried to wriggle away from him, but he held her firm, ignoring her shocked protests. His hands holding her still, he took what he wanted, exploring her in the most intimate way possible until she forgot about shyness, consumed by an excitement more powerful and delicious than she could possibly have imagined.

And then finally, when she felt the pulses start deep inside her, he slid back up the bed and took her mouth, his kiss both erotic and explicit as he moved over her, his weight on his elbows.

‘Curl your legs around me,’ he ordered roughly, and she did as he instructed, in the grip of sensations totally beyond her control.

It was going to happen…

Finally, now, it was going to happen…

Alex hesitated briefly, staring down into her face, and suddenly she was terrified that he was going to change his mind again. Terrified that she wouldn’t please him.

Her fingers slid down the sleek skin of his back, urging him forward, bringing him closer to her feminine heat, and with a sharply indrawn breath he slid an arm under her hips and lifted her, positioning her to take him.

She tensed as she felt the hard probe of his shaft against her and then he thrust gently, pausing to allow her to accommodate him before deepening his possession. She felt herself open to him, relishing each movement, feeling his pulsing strength as she drew him in.

He paused, his breathing unsteady, a sheen of sweat on his brow as he stared down at her, his eyes fierce with restrained passion.