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      Mutely, she nodded and lifted her face to meet his gaze with defiance, at the same time pushing her hips forward for the first time experimentally.

      She heard his harsh intake of breath, saw the indecision which tortured his features, and so she daringly pushed again, and again, and each time she moved he filled her more completely, until she felt as though he was piercing through to the very heart of her.

      She watched his eyes darken helplessly as he began to thrust inside her—so, so slowly at first, until he no longer seemed quite able to exercise such painstaking control. Then his movements became faster, harder, stronger—tinged with a kind of desperation which was so exciting it was almost unendurable. And he took Lola with him, leading her along a deliciously tempestuous path which defied description.

      When pleasure came, it racked Lola’s body with its bitter-sweet waves, leaving her almost weeping with an overwhelming sensation which quickly became a warm glow of contentment when she heard Geraint give a strange, hollow moan of fulfilment as he shook with passion in her arms.

      Someone had covered her up with a duvet—soft and warm and womb-like. Its feather-softness cocooned Lola’s deliciously aching body. Mmm!

      She was just about to snuggle back down into the pillow when she remembered the circumstances which had led to her lying completely naked in the spare bedroom in the middle of the day.

      She stifled a silent groan, and her eyelids fluttered open to reveal Geraint lying on his back beside her. She risked a peek at him. His dark face was closed and guarded, although there was a heated flare running along both of his deliciously high cheekbones and his eyes were bright and alive—and she knew what had caused that.

      Lola shut her eyes again hastily.

      ‘I’m not just going to go away, Lola,’ he told her softly, then paused significantly as he levered himself up on one elbow and turned to face her. ‘Especially now.’

      Blue eyes peeped out at him from the shelter of sooty lashes. ‘There’s no need to feel guilty—’

      ‘I am not feeling guilty,’ he interrupted coolly, although the note of irritation in his voice was un-mistakable. ‘Although I must admit to feeling just a little baffled.’

      Not half as baffled as me, thought Lola, yawning hugely and wishing that he would start kissing her again and stop glaring at her as though she had just committed a major crime. ‘Baffled?’ she ventured innocently.

      ‘Ub-huh.’ A pair of interested grey eyes were trained steadily on her face. ‘And I hope that you’re not going to insult my intelligence—or yours—by feigning ignorance as to why I might be suffering from this state of confusion.’

      Lola sighed. She had rather hoped that he might ignore the subject and that then it might just go away. But that was clearly not to be. ‘You mean about my-virginity?’ she asked, trying to sound more confident than she actually felt. But it wasn’t surprising she felt odd—it was not the easiest of words to introduce casually into a conversation!

      ‘The very same,’ he agreed.

      ‘Are you very angry?’ she tried boldly.

      ‘That I was the first man for you?’

      ‘Yes,’ she answered in a small voice, hating the indifferent way he had phrased his question. He made it sound as though he was just going to be the first in a long line of many. And she didn’t want him to be!

      What she wanted, she realised, was for Geraint Howell-Williams to be her one and only lover. And the chances of that being the case were pretty remote. She looked down and pretended to scratch at her bare shoulder, afraid that he might see the misery clouding her eyes.

      ‘No, I’m not angry,’ he told her as he smoothed a lock of damp hair from her forehead. ‘What man in his right mind could feel anger at being given something so precious?’ He bent his head and kissed the tip of her nose, but Lola sensed the sadness which lay behind the gesture without really knowing what had caused it. ‘Although I am slightly exasperated that you didn’t choose to tell me until it was too late.’ He stared down at her with narrowed eyes, and frowned. ‘Why not, Lola? Why did you keep it a secret from me?’

      ‘Perhaps I wanted to prove to you once and for all that I had not been sexually involved with a man almost forty years my senior,’ she said.

      He raised his dark, elegant brows in disbelief. ‘Rather an extreme way of going about it, surely?’

      She found that she couldn’t look him in the eye. ‘I suppose so.’

      ‘And why me?’ he persisted quietly.

      Should she tell him the plain, unvarnished truth? she wondered. Oh, not that she suspected she had fallen hopelessly in love with him, but something more socially acceptable?

      Lola took a deep breath. ‘Maybe I was afraid that you would change your mind and stop if you knew that I was a virgin,’ she confessed. ‘Isn’t virtue supposed to be a big responsibility for a man?’

      He nodded. ‘Yes,’ was all he said, but the look he threw her was a thoughtful one.

      Lola summoned up the rest of her courage to ask, ‘Well? Would you have done?’

      ‘Played the honourable man, you mean, and stopped?’ He gave a small shrug of his shoulders, causing the duvet to slither down to his waist, revealing that magnificent torso, and Lola found herself gazing at him hungrily again. He saw the expression, gave a low laugh and shook his dark head very slightly. ‘Be patient, Lola,’ he scolded softly, and pulled her into his arms.

      Her heart leaped as he held her tightly, but his words were far too noncommittal for her to read anything into.

      ‘As to whether I would have stopped, I like to think that, yes, I would have done.’ He lifted her chin and gave her a steady look. ‘But if I’m being perfectly honest I suspect that nothing in the world could have prevented me from carrying on once we had started.’

      ‘I’m pleased to hear it,’ she said demurely, and ran a questing finger experimentally down over his chest until eventually it dipped into the indentation of his navel. She heard him suck in a long, shuddering breath, before he removed her hand quite firmly and held it tightly in his.

      ‘Not yet!’ he told her sternly, but his smile belied his tone, and that smile melted every last one of Lola’s inhibitions.

      She sat up in bed, elated to see his eyes darken as the rosy tips of her breasts stiffened on contact with the cooler air.

      As if he couldn’t help himself, he lifted his hand and cupped one breast possessively, capturing her gaze intently as his finger flicked provocatively over an exquisitely sensitive nipple.

      ‘I’m going to suckle you later, sweet Lola,’ he murmured, and snaked his tongue slowly over his lips as if to illustrate the promise.

      Lola gasped aloud at the expression in his eyes and the slick, moist look of his mouth and the feel of his hand intimately stroking her breast. Excitement devoured her completely as she felt the hot bubble of desire burst into rampant life. She looked deep into his eyes and commanded softly, ‘Why wait? Why not now?’

      For a split second he looked as overwhelmed as she felt, and then he dipped his head, taking the nipple into his mouth as sweetly as he had promised, his free hand roaming over her belly and beyond, until he had delved into the silken depths between her parted legs.

      Lola gasped again and fell back helplessly against the pillow as he moved to lie above her, and it came as no shock to discover that he was aroused.

      So incredibly aroused. . .

      Lola wriggled her hips impatiently, longing for the newly discovered and sweet release of sex, but longing more than anything for Geraint to possess her—because in that most basic communion Lola had felt more complete than she had ever done before.

      ‘Oh, sweetheart,’ he whispered into her ear, and

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