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through her.
She felt Reid push even faster, his hands clutching her bottom convulsively
as his whole body tensed towards climax. Yes, she thought with sweet
elation, squeezing him with her thighs, wanting him to feel her wanting him,
welcoming him, relishing his pleasure and satisfaction. He came in fierce
spasms, as though he couldn't wait to have done with it. Then he rested them
both against the wall, hauling in breath, waiting for the heaving of their
bodies to subside.
'Well, that's a start,' he rasped, tilting his head back and giving her a devilish
smile that taunted any complacency she might feel with this outcome.
'A start?' she echoed foolishly, not understanding that it wasn't a finish.
'It's called a quickie, Gina. All it does is take the edge off.' His eyes mocked
her ignorance of male sexuality. 'Ready to go on? Or have you had enough?'
'Go on where? To what?' The unknown sent a shiver of apprehension
through her, yet she would be inviting his scorn if she couldn't cope with
whatever he had in mind.
'Oh, I think some riding lessons could top it off. Not to mention other little
services you might do if so inclined. But I don't want to push you too far on
your wifely mission to give satisfaction. By all means call a halt now, and
I'll quite understand.'
The anger, the cynicism, the acid challenge to her sexuality hadn't been
washed away. They hadn't even been diluted. They glittered from his eyes,
simmered in his voice and slashed the value of any reassessment she might
think she'd earned so far.
He meant to make it an endurance trial. He meant to show her up as
insincere or incapable of delivering on her promise. He wanted her to face it
and back down and prove him right.
Her heart rebelled against accepting any defeat in this arena. Her mind
swore it could encompass anything Reid threw at her. Her body actually
tingled with anticipation. Her blood was well and truly up.
From some deep, primitive well of female human nature came the age-old
sense of contest with male aggression. She laughed at his suggestion that she
call off now and flung down the fateful words that would carry her through
the night.
'It won't be me who says enough!'
CHAPTER FOUR
IT WAS late when Gina awoke. She knew it instantly. The quality of light in
the room was not early morning. It was brighter, more settled into the day.
There were no sounds coming from anywhere upstairs. It felt very late. It
also felt very different.
Full consciousness brought a prickly confusion of thoughts and feelings.
Had she really done all those things with Reid last night? Amazing that
she'd not only had the nerve, but actually held it in the face of such
unexpected undreamed of variations of sexual activities. Although the
rewards had been almost instantaneous. And still stirring her to marvel over
them. She'd had no idea bodies possessed so many pleasure points.
Memories swirled through her mind, images that made her blush at the
incredible boldness of her own behaviour. Though at the time it had seemed
a natural progression from what had happened and what was happening.
Somehow she had blocked off fearful thinking, knowing it would flood her
with the inhibitions that chewed up natural instincts. She had concentrated
fiercely on going with the flow.
A mad little giggle erupted from her throat. Flow was right. She'd felt like a
raft on a white-water ride, tossed into chaos, afloat on a wild and
unpredictable current that was carrying her hell-bent through all sorts of
confrontations with nature. The muscles around her groin suddenly
clenched in exquisite recollection of sensations that had burst upon her like
shooting rapids.
She took a deep breath to settle herself, firmly resolving not to start feeling
squirmish or squeamish about things. This was good. Better than good.
Apart from the sheer, mind-jamming, physical bombardment of pleasure,
anything so intensely intimate between a husband and wife had to bring
them closer together. In every sense.
Finding herself a little bit achy in places, Gina eased herself onto her side.
Reid was gone. Probably long gone if he left for work on time. What was he
feeling this morning? As amazed as she was? Satisfied? Looking forward to
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