walk away after seeing you like that.â
âLazola?â
It had been months since their last kiss and yet her body recognised his as if they had been making love every day since. His lips claimed hers in the same moment that his large hands grasped her and pulled her to his bare chest. The contact of flesh on flesh made her skin sizzle and she lost the ability to think the moment she tasted him.
She expected him to be wild, now that they were finally together. Instead, he surprised her by pulling back to study her face at his leisure. He touched her fingertips, then traced from both hands up her arms to her cheeks.
âIâve wanted to do this countless times in our months of working together,â he murmured as he started unpinning her hair.
âYou were beautiful the night I met you, very beautiful. But this . . .â He freed her thick tresses and watched them tumble about her face. âI prefer this by far. You are breathtaking, do you know that?â
Langa inhaled sharply when he lifted and carried her to his bed. The intensity of his gaze as he effortlessly undid the clasps on her lingerie made her wonder how his eyes would adore the woman that he would one day love. What kind of woman would it take to earn this manâs love?
Donât go there.
She peeled his shirt away from the muscles it hid and planted heated kisses from his throat to his chest. They moved together, constantly grasping, licking, biting. Lazola seemed to take great pride in the cries his tongue elicited as it stroked her intimately. Langa momentarily glimpsed his devilish grin before he continued torturing her. She felt herself rise towards a devastating climax as she clutched at his shoulders, curling her toes.
He stopped just before her release, hushing her disappointed whimper. Her eyes followed him desperately as he rose to open a bedside drawer. He reached for the condom within and watched her as he tore it open. Langa swallowed nervously but found that she could not turn her eyes away as he sheathed himself.
When he returned to settle his hips between her spread thighs, she eagerly wrapped herself around him. Perfect fit. Their union brought tears to Langaâs eyes and she was grateful that Lazola buried his face in her hair, growling as his thrusts marked her as his. Her tears made her feel vulnerable. She had never felt this in tune with another person in her life.
She loved him.
She couldnât pinpoint the exact moment it had happened, but it was undeniable now. Or maybe she did know when it had happened. As crazy as it seemed, sheâd known she was in trouble from the moment of their first kiss on that moonlit balcony. That certainly explained her inner chaos since first laying eyes on him.
As their passion rose, Lazola lifted his penetrating stare back to her golden gaze. He hissed when she cried his name and clawed his back, leaving bold welts on the broad expanse of flesh. He buried his fingers in her kinky hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. Her body followed his rhythm as if it had been waiting to do so all her life. He bit into her shoulder as he groaned at her responsiveness.
âDid you know you taste like it as well?â he growled.
âLike what?â
âHoney.â
Langa came undone. Her climax started as a white-hot explosion and it blazed through her so devastatingly that she cried out. His name seemed to be the only word left in her consciousness, and she cried it again and again as stars rained down upon her and he roared his own release.
Lazola wrapped an arm around her without leaving her warmth. With anyone else Langa might have felt embarrassed by the intimacy of their continued connection, but she craved it from him. His arm held her firmly in place as his other hand came up to brush her lush hair back from her face.
She was afraid of what she would see when she met his eyes, but she looked anyway. He smiled at her. She smiled back. He left
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