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Laia’s breasts were rising and falling rapidly. He could sense her nervousness. He came down and put an arm under her, covered her mouth with his in a deep, drugging kiss. At the same moment he guided himself into the centre of her body—and died a little death at the sensation.

Laia gasped into his mouth as he entered her.

He pulled back. He could feel the sweat on his brow. ‘Okay?’

He watched her taking in the sensation. He moved and she winced minutely. Dax immediately wanted to pull out, and started to, but she put a hand on his buttock.

‘No, keep going,’ she said. ‘I’m okay.’

He could see she wasn’t, but he did what she asked and thrust deeper. He let her body adjust to his. Tense muscles softening. Accepting his invasion.

Gradually her face lost its slightly pinched look. A kind of curiosity seemed to take her over and she said, a little breathlessly, ‘It’s okay...really.’

Dax started to move in and out slowly, with excruciating care. His passage became easier, and he could see when discomfort turned to pleasure. A look of wonder came over Laia’s face. Wonder and excitement.

She moved under him experimentally, and Dax had to call on every atom of control not to lose it there and then.

She said, ‘Dax...you feel...amazing.’

Knowing that she was not in pain gave Dax permission to go a little harder, deeper. He saw the way Laia’s eyes were glued to him, as if she was trying to communicate something she didn’t understand, and he could feel it in her body as she put her legs around his hips, instinctively chasing the same pinnacle of pleasure that he was hurtling towards.

Silently asking for forgiveness, because he was using his experience and knowledge to send her over the edge before him, Dax reached between them and touched her where their bodies joined. Laia’s body tensed around his for an infinitesimal moment before the onslaught of her powerful orgasm finally sent him into oblivion and a pleasure so profound that he justknewit was wrong.

Because he didn’t deserve anything this pure or pleasurable. Not in a million years.

CHAPTER EIGHT

WHENLAIAWOKEshe heard the call of birds outside. She was alone in her bed. And why shouldn’t she be? Something was off though...the sheets were rumpled. And her body felt different, well used. Aching, but in a way that felt...

Laia sat up in bed, completely naked. Something was off because she wasn’t in her own bed. Memories flooded through the temporary barrier of sleep.

Last night.

Dax. His big powerful body over hers.

In hers.

The sting of pain and then—a wave of heat washed through her body from her core—then the most incredible, unbelievable pleasure.

She’d fallen asleep with little tingles and tremors under her skin and had woken up at some point to find herself enveloped in Dax’s embrace, her back against his front, her bottom snug against his groin. She’d fallen back to sleep wondering if she was dreaming.

Maybe it had been a dream, because she certainly wasn’t in Dax’s embrace any longer.

She reached for the sheet and pulled it up, even though she was alone. Where was Dax? What time was it? There was a faint glow of daylight from beyond the net, but not enough for it to be late, yet.

She saw a robe on the end of the bed and was touched by Dax’s thoughtfulness. She hadn’t expected him to be such a considerate lover.

She pulled on the robe and went to the edge of the bed and pulled back the net. It was early dawn outside, the sky a pinky grey. But she hardly noticed that, because her eye was drawn immediately to the man standing at the wooden railing that ran around the perimeter of the large deck area outside the bedroom.

His back was bare. He wore sweatpants low on his hips. His hair was messy and overlong. She was suddenly blindingly jealous of all the other women who’d seen him like this. Who’d had him in their beds.

She noticed the tension that came into his body when he heard her and a part of her didn’t welcome it. He turned his head as she came to stand beside him. She belted the robe tightly around her waist.

‘How are you feeling?’ he asked.

Laia avoided looking at him for a moment. How did she feel? She realised that she felt powerful. In a very feminine way. As if losing her innocence had fully initiated her into womanhood. Which it had, obviously, but she’d never realised it would feel so profoundly...significant.

She’d always seen it as a kind of burden to be got rid of, but what had happened last night with Dax had made her feel humbled. And she realised now she was very grateful that he had been her first lover. Because it had not felt like shedding a burden, it had felt almost...spiritual.