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    “But…”
    “Later, sweetheart. No rush, remember?”
    He wanted to pleasure her first. Dear God, she hadn’t thought such men existed. She turned her head to look up at him, and the heat in his eyes was enough to make her orgasm radiate through her. Everything tightened, and as she exclaimed, he covered her mouth with his, swallowing up her cries, stroking her gently until the pulsing of her muscles finally calmed.
    He lifted his head to observe her, his fingers coming up to trace circles on her flat stomach. She knew she was blushing. It was the first time a man had ever given her an orgasm. She couldn’t look at him, she just couldn’t. She’d lowered her guard, and if he looked her in the eye, he’d be able to see right into the depths of her, into the most vulnerable part of her soul, the part she kept hidden from everyone.

Chapter 7
    Heath watched his beautiful blonde temptress with amusement, propping his head on his hand and studying her flushed cheeks as he stroked her abdomen lazily. Her pulse beat rapidly in her throat, and his fingers were deliciously sticky from her arousal. She was so hot he was worried the bed would melt.
    She still wouldn’t look at him, however. He brought his hand up to tuck under her chin and lifted it, forcing her eyes up, puzzled as to why she was embarrassed. She’d been pretty forward in the bar. Presumably this wasn’t her first one-night stand.
    He placed a light kiss on her lips. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. Her silvery-green orbs shone in the light from the carved stars above their heads, reminding him once again of cat’s eyes, reflecting in the darkness.
    “Was that nice?” he asked innocently.
    Her lips curved. “Yes, thank you.” So polite with her British accent.
    He smiled back, studying her curiously. An emotion flickered at the base of her gaze like a candle left in a window, caught in a draught, but he couldn’t place it. Her hand came up and slipped through his hair, and she admired the colour.
    “It’s beautiful.” She brushed it with her fingers.
    “In a manly way, I hope.”
    “Oh, definitely.” She traced her fingers down his neck, then slowly down his chest, and even lower, brushing his erection lightly. He raised an eyebrow and she brought her hand back up to rest on the buttons between her breasts. “Am I allowed to take this off now?”
    “By all means.”
    She undid the buttons slowly, keeping her eyes on him, and sat up to push it down her arms. She returned with a shiver as the cold air bit into her skin.
    He pulled the sleeping bag and the thick furs close around them. Her breasts were generous and firm, the sight of her light pink nipples making him even harder. “Here, let me warm you up,” he suggested.
    He traced his tongue up the valley between her breasts, enjoying the way she inhaled as if she’d forgotten how to breathe out. He covered her upper body with kisses, placing them above the necklace, then beneath it, only then returning to close his hot mouth over a nipple. She gasped and clutched her fingers in his hair.
    He loved how responsive she was, almost as if this was all new to her. She didn’t act being turned on like a porn star like Vanessa used to do, with faked, exaggerated moans and groans. Nor did she lie unresponsive and limp, waiting to be aroused. Her pants and sighs seemed genuine, and he loved her startled little gasps as his mouth and fingers explored.
    Before long, they’d both got rid of the rest of their clothes and then it was only skin upon warm skin, heated to sizzling beneath the thermal covering and the reindeer fur blankets.
    He returned his fingers to the beautiful, moist part of her, and began to arouse her once again to the point where her breathing quickened and the pulse in her neck increased in pace. This time, however, he stopped for a brief moment, retrieving the condom from his wallet and putting it on before moving on top of her.
    Her eyes were wide, startlingly