And most of all, the pure ecstasy of being inside her, rammed into her hot tight sheath. No—he couldn’t—he scrambled to hold himself back. I feel nothing, I feel nothing—
Then he heard her scream his name as she exploded a second time, felt the rake of her fingernails against his back as she tightened around the full length of his shaft. Against his will, his body rushed forward like a careening train, leaving him helpless against the pleasure as with a shocked cry, he exploded, pouring himself inside her.
One thrust. That was all his famous stamina had been good for with Hana. One.
Still panting for breath, overwhelmed and stunned, he collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms.
As reason slowly returned, he tried to understand what had just happened. He’d never had sex without a condom before. He’d never known how intense it would be. That had to be why he’d exploded like some teenaged virgin. Wasn’t it?
Antonio looked down at Hana, nestled naked and warm against his chest. Her eyes were closed, her lovely face rosy, her expression hallowed by joy. She sighed with happiness, pressing against him. Kissing her sweaty temple tenderly, he wrapped his arms around her.
He knew he’d satisfied her. But he’d wanted to do so much more. He’d wanted to impress her, to dazzle her, to bring her to fulfillment not just twice, but three or four times.
Instead, he’d been the one who’d been dazzled and overwhelmed, by a girl barely more than a virgin. He took a deep breath. He didn’t understand what had happened.
But he could never let it happen again.
Antonio had to remain in control. Always. Not just of others. Of himself most of all.
Strength came from not caring about other people. If you felt nothing, you could withstand injury. If you were impervious to pain, if you didn’t give a damn about anyone, you could make it through anything. No one could hurt you.
He looked down at her, cuddled against his shoulder, naked and soft and warm.
One thrust.
She’d made him explode with one thrust.
The changing neon lights from the city below left patterns across her soft skin. He cupped a hand over her naked breast, and was awed when he felt himself start to stir again, when it had been only minutes since he’d had her.
Eyes still closed, she gave a soft, satisfied sigh, cuddling against him. He wondered if he’d ever get enough of her—if he’d ever be truly satisfied, or he’d always feel like a starving man when she was near.
How could he already want her again?
An incredulous smile lifted to his lips. Losing control over his body had been—interesting, at least. How had she made sex so thrilling and new? In the past, it had felt like satisfying an appetite, nothing more. But Hana made his body react in ways he’d never experienced. Even now, when he should have been completely satiated, lying naked beside her, he was once again hard as a rock.
Why? How? Because he’d wanted her for so long? The delayed gratification of finally possessing her after months of repressed desire—and the years before that?
He didn’t know the reason, but she made everything feel new.
And he was going to marry her. No other man would be able to touch her—ever. She was his alone.
She would agree to marry him. Soon. Tomorrow, if he could convince her. And he would. When had he ever had trouble sweeping a woman off her feet?
When had he ever had to try?
Now. And he would. He would seduce her with everything he had.
Antonio started to turn away, to reach for his phone, intending to make plans—
Hana’s eyes fluttered open as she yawned. “Don’t go,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Stay with me all night.”
No man alive could have resisted her sweetly pleading voice, her softly enticing body, her breasts and hips half-covered by a cotton sheet. He pulled her back against his chest.
“I’m never leaving you again,” he said huskily, and he meant every word.
CHAPTER SIX
HANA WOKE WITH a start to discover the gentle pink light of morning suffusing the hotel suite’s bedroom. A smile was on her lips, then she remembered with a gasp everything that had happened last night, and looked next to her on the bed.