He pressed his thumb against the recognition pad at the entrance to the penthouse suite and the door swung open.
‘Crazy,’ she exclaimed as he carried her into the steel, glass and pale wood hallway. ‘How the other half lives,’ she added, glancing around.
There was barely a chance to lower her to her feet in his bedroom before the storm. He couldn’t wait a moment longer and yanked her close as she reached for him. It was like two titans clashing, both equally fierce. The urgent need for physical satisfaction clawed at their senses, demanding they do something about it fast. Stacey growled with impatience as he unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor in a pool of silk.
They both tugged at her thong.
‘Let me,’ she insisted.
He answered the argument by ripping the flimsy lace and casting the remains aside. As he carried her to the bed she was still kicking off her shoes. Papers and files littered the cover so he swept it clear, before laying her down. Discarded jeans, files, a laptop, and a briefcase tumbled to the floor, but he cared for nothing beyond the fact that Stacey’s eyes were black, and her lips were swollen from his kisses.
‘I want you,’ she gasped as he shrugged off his jacket. ‘Be quick,’ she insisted.
Hooking a thumb into the back collar of his shirt, he tugged it over his head. Her sweeping glance took in his torso and he could only suppose it passed her test as she moistened her lips and reached for him. ‘Don’t make me wait,’ she warned.
Stacey didn’t wait. Even he couldn’t have freed his belt buckle that fast.
Whipping Luc’s belt out of its loops, she exclaimed with triumph. With another growl, she freed the top button of his trousers and attended to his zipper. That didn’t take much persuasion. It flew down as he exploded out of it. Curbing the exclamation of shock that sprang to her lips, she recognised what she’d been missing.
Having never seen anything on this scale before, she took a moment to recalibrate her thinking. Her previous experience was confined to fumbling in the back of a car, or unsuccessful student couplings where both parties were clueless, so this was very different—but then Luc was very different. He was the only man she’d ever really wanted, and here they were.
Wild with need, she drew her knees up and before he had a chance to react she had wrapped them around his waist.
‘Yes! Please! Now!’ she commanded fiercely, her fingers biting into his shoulders.
‘But gently,’ Luc insisted.
‘No!’ she fired back, fighting against him trying to dial down the rush. The reality of being hugely inexperienced compared to Luc wasn’t relevant. All that mattered was that he wanted her, really wanted her, and if that only lasted for a few moments, a minute or an hour, she’d take it.
‘Yes. Gently,’ he said on a steady breath that she was sure was intended to soothe her. ‘I don’t want to hurt you. I’m…big.’
A cry flew from her throat. Big? Luc wasn’t big, he was enormous, but as he dipped and stroked, and then retreated, her confidence grew. ‘I’m okay…okay!’ she gasped when he pulled back to check she was all right, but it was too late; Luc already had his suspicions.
‘Are you a virgin?’ He frowned.
‘Why?’ Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. There were so many emotions colliding inside her, she didn’t know what she was, only that Luc was holding her close and she wanted the moment to last a little longer. ‘Why do you ask?’
His look was enough. They knew each other too well for her to lie to him. ‘I’m not a virgin. Technically,’ she added, red-faced.
Luc’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. ‘Technically? What does that mean?’
‘I’m not intact down there,’ she blurted.
‘Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?’
‘Are you sure?’ she countered, and, with desperation driving her, she tilted forward to make the outcome inevitable. ‘You see,’ she said in a tone to make light of things, while her mind was spinning as her body battled to accept a new and very different feeling of being occupied, ‘I’m in charge.’
‘I don’t think so, princess.’
A cry of sheer surprise escaped her as Luc cupped her buttocks in his big hands, lifting her into an even more receptive position. Was she ready for this? Could she take him? Could she take all of him?
Encouraging her with husky words in his own language, Luc rotated his hips to tease her with the promise if not the pressure where she needed it most. Alarm manifested itself in a cry as he sank a little deeper, but then he pulled back. Luc knew exactly what he was doing, and gradually she began to relax. Teasing made her pleasure grow until it became indescribably extreme. Her doubts and fears had disappeared by this time, and all she felt was hunger for more, and then his hands worked some magic, and another type of alarm struck her. ‘I can’t—’
‘You don’t have to, princess…’
The word ‘wait’ was lost in her screams of shocked delight. Release came so suddenly she wasn’t ready for it. If it hadn’t been for Luc keeping her still to make sure she enjoyed every single beat of pleasure, the cataclysmic waves racking her body might have been less intense. As it was, all she could do was allow them to consume her.
‘You’ve waited a long time for that,’ he remarked, dropping kisses on her mouth as her outburst slowly quietened to rhythmical moans of satisfaction.
‘Perhaps I have,’ she agreed groggily, ‘but I won’t admit as much to you.’
‘And now you want more?’ he guessed.
‘I’ll admit that much,’ she agreed. ‘But what about you?’
‘I can wait.’ He frowned. ‘And shouldn’t you be safely asleep by now?’
‘I warned you not to tease.’ Summoning up what little strength remained, she balled her hand into a fist and pummelled it weakly against his shoulder.
‘You’re going to delay that sleep and make time for me?’ Luc suggested with a wicked grin tugging at one corner of his mouth.
‘I suppose that depends on how efficient you are,’ she gasped out, as if she could ever pretend that this feeling of being one was an everyday experience.
Throwing his head back, Luc laughed. ‘I can be efficient. Shall I prove it?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Right now? I prefer actions to thinking.’
She felt warmth flood her veins, knowing they could lie together in perfect harmony, talking and trusting, and—
She must not get too heavily involved. Past experience of trying to give love where it wasn’t wanted had not gone well.
‘Relax,’ he murmured, staring into her eyes to gauge her pleasure in a way that made her feel as if she was the most important thing in the world to him in those moments. It was as if she were standing on the top of a mountain, and no one but him could push her off.
Drawing back, Luc stared down, as though he had to be sure, and then, seeming to have made his decision, he firmed his jaw in a way that made her shudder with desire. He took her slowly and deeply to the hilt. He was so big it was shocking, but wonderful too, and all he had to do was rotate his hips for her to lose control again.
Her pleasure was short-lived, because this time when her screams had quietened Luc said the one thing that could bring her round as fast as if he’d dashed a bucket of