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share your bed.’

      Not so much a cliché as a challenge, he thought as he attempted to ignore Stacey’s appeal, her scent, her vulnerability. ‘Your bed,’ he emphasised.

      ‘I can take a hint.’

      He doubted it. ‘Thanks for your help tonight.’

      ‘I was pleased to help.’

      They stood staring out at the snow, which had started banking up thanks to a strong wind, and was collecting in even deeper drifts around the chalet. He’d dig them out in the morning and ski her down to the lower part of the village, rather than sit around waiting for the weather to change. That was the safest thing to do, plus he had a party to think about. They both did. He laughed inwardly at the irony of trying to avoid someone for their own good, only to have fate bind them together.

      ‘We’re stranded on a desert island of snow,’ Stacey murmured beside him.

      ‘No more fantasies, please,’ he begged.

      Needless to say, she ignored him. ‘It’s like a different world, isn’t it? No rules, and nothing beyond us and this moment.’

      ‘It doesn’t take long for your imagination to start rolling, does it?’ he commented.

      ‘Well, how do you see it?’

      ‘As a task tomorrow morning when I dig us both out.’

      ‘Practical to the last,’ she remarked with a laugh.

      ‘I’m practical,’ he agreed. ‘As you can be.’

      ‘I do have some good qualities, then?’

      ‘Stop fishing,’ he warned, but she’d made him smile, which made him want her more than ever. He’d be the first to admit that years of guarding his siblings had made him overprotective. That was what his brothers and sister told him, anyway. ‘You’re no fun any more,’ was a frequent complaint that he supposed might be true, but it hadn’t stopped him enjoying Stacey.

       Did he really have to stop?

      For her sake, yes.

      ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ she whispered, and then he felt her hand on his back… Her tiny hand on flesh he hadn’t troubled to cover since leaving his bed. The sensation was incredible. ‘Get out of here,’ he said lightly, hoping she would, because his willpower had taken just about all it could.

      ‘No,’ she said flatly, and, rather than obey him, she ran the tips of her nails down his supersensitive skin, sending his moral compass into a spin.

      Swinging around, he stared at her. ‘No?’ he queried.

      She glanced down. Instantly hard, he was incapable of hiding his physical reactions; thoughts were much easier.

      They stared at each other for a good few moments, then he reached out to hook his fingers into the waistband of her pyjamas. As he pulled them down she observed, ‘So you’re not entirely made of ice.’

      ‘Try me,’ he suggested.

      ‘I intend to.’

      A cry of triumph shot from her throat as he knelt between her thighs.

      ‘Oh…please,’ she begged as he began to explore her body as if he had never encountered it before. By bending her knees she increased the pressure from his tongue. Working her hips to and fro lazily, she was all too soon wailing, ‘I can’t hold on.’

      ‘You’re not supposed to, princess.’

      And then she screamed out wildly, ‘Yes! Yes… Yes!’ before exhaling noisily in time to each violent spasm as it washed over her.

      ‘Oh, Lucas,’ she moaned contentedly when the pleasure began to fade. ‘That was amazing.’

      Catching her as she collapsed, sated for the moment, he knew he had never wanted a woman more, had never wanted to pleasure a woman more. With all the barriers finally removed between them he swung her into his arms, and carried her to the deep fur rug in front of the fire. Arranging her to his liking, he parted her legs wide and allowed them to rest on his shoulders as he dipped his head and parted her lips to lave her with his tongue.

      ‘I can’t—not again—not so soon,’ she insisted on a gasping breath.

      ‘And I say you can,’ he argued quietly, ‘and not once, but many times.’

      He proved it by delicately agitating the tiny bud at the heart of her pleasure. It didn’t take much encouragement for it to spring back to life.

      Exhaling with excitement, Stacey wound her fingers through his hair to keep him close. He knew what she wanted, and he gave it to her until she was thrusting her hips towards him, crying out, ‘More… More! Don’t stop!’ Seconds later, she called out his name and fell noisily into release.

      He held her firmly in place to make sure that she enjoyed every last pulse of pleasure. ‘I had no idea it could be so good,’ she groaned when the initial violence of her climax had begun to subside into a series of rhythmical pulses.

      That was the problem, he reflected as he gradually brought her down again with soothing words in his own language and long, gentle strokes of his hand. Stacey was beginning to understand what was possible, and from there it was only a small step to feral lust, and when that point was reached, there’d be no turning back.

      What was he talking about? They’d already crossed the Rubicon, he realised as she gripped his arms fiercely to state baldly, ‘I want you inside me.’

      She had no idea how much he wanted her closing around him, holding him in place as she drew him deep and sucked him dry. ‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘tease me like you did before.’

      Reaching for his belt, she unbuckled it and snapped it out of its loops. Then she popped the button at the top of his zipper. The moment that came down he exploded out of the placket.

      ‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, bracing himself above her.

      ‘Exactly that,’ she agreed.

      ‘Like this,’ he suggested, stroking the tip of his erection down the apex of her thighs.

      ‘Oh, yes,’ she confirmed.

      ‘And this?’ he suggested, watching her closely as he gave her the tip.

      ‘Oh, yes…yes, yes!’

      Capturing her wrists in one fist, he pinned them above her head. ‘Just one thing…’

      ‘What?’ she gasped.

      ‘I say we take this slowly.’

      ‘At first,’ she agreed.

       CHAPTER TEN

      FANTASIES ABOUT MASTERFUL Lucas were nothing compared to this. She could dream of making love until the lights went out and the world ended and this would still be on another scale.

      Luc was so much more than she remembered. That first time was nothing like this, because now she was ready and she welcomed his size and the way he stretched her. All her inhibitions had dropped away, so by the time he had protected them both, pressed her down and taken her as firmly as she could have wished, she was ready to respond with matching fire.

      She’d dreamed for so long that one day Lucas would see her as a woman, rather than as an annoying nuisance who cropped up in his life now and then, that she refused to be responsible for the sounds and words leaving her throat. They were wild for each other. And while she was consumed by a ravenous hunger, the urge to be one with him was even stronger.

      She was eager for more, but Luc refused to be hurried. He would take care of her, he insisted as he began a leisurely tour of her body

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