Chase by Flora Dain Page A

flower under his steady gaze as he observes my surrender.
    Amazingly it works. As his eyes lock ruthlessly on mine, my rapture swells.
    ‘Here it comes, my pet. Sing to me.’
    It’s too much. My climax explodes inside me, more intense than I’ve ever felt before, and I sing. Not singing in the usual sense of the term, more a strangled wail, but the light in his eyes seals my rapture as he laughs deep in his throat as he speeds to his finish.
    ‘Shit
, Ella, you’re like a miracle.’

CHAPTER SIX
    In the morning we wake up together. We do this so rarely it takes me a second to adjust. I open my eyes feeling like I’m six and it’s Christmas. Then I feel heat all along my side and a strong, muscular arm draped over my waist and I remember where I am: heaven. Or somewhere close.
    His eyes are closed, his amazing, angular face close to mine, his breathing regular and long like he’s deep in sleep. I drink him in for a few moments before it occurs to me this is doubly rare. On the few occasions we’ve fallen asleep in the same bed he’s usually up, shaved, dressed, hired, fired and made a couple of million before I come to. But today, briefly, he’s all mine to cherish and admire.
    It’s maybe the closest I’ll get to this man of mystery.
    ‘You trying the goods? Or just licking windows, as they say in Paris?’
    He’s awake.
And a dark glitter along the line of his lashes warns me he’s laughing. He leans on one elbow and grins down at me. ‘Sleepyhead. Turn over.’
    I resist, laughing too. ‘They lick
what
in Paris?’
    Warm and lazy from his body heat I swivel in his arms and now his vital part prods at my behind, his manhood triumphantly awake and every bit as eager as I am to start the new day with a bang.
    He seizes me between the legs and cups my mound. His warm, firm pressure has only one purpose: to make me horny. Like I need to be any hornier than I am right this minute.
    ‘Windows.
Lécher les vitrine
s. French for window-shopping. And know what?’
    At the rip of foil I splay my thighs, my lower belly pulsing already with an aching, persistent throb as I pant with excitement. ‘What?’
    I lean back against him as he pulls me close, his middle finger sending a bolt of electricity through me as it slips between my legs and finds my money-spot. Delight makes me gasp as he surges inside, his full length gliding in easily as my pulsing places respond eagerly to his wake-up call and rouse my sleepy belly. My muscles flow around him, drawing in his jutting, arrogant power-tool like I’m quicksand.
    He’s still laughing against my ear, his breath hot and disturbing. ‘When I take you to Paris I’ll lick something way more fun than windows.’
    I writhe in his arms as my climax builds.
    ‘
This
, maybe.’ His soft chuckle shudders through me as the wicked rhythm of his fingers drums me to a climax. Seconds later he explodes inside me in a gush of heat, our fusion all the sweeter for being stolen so early and snatched from sleep.
    I lie in his arms for a while, too wakeful to sleep, too sleepy to talk anything but nonsense. Like a fool I try to lighten the stalking thing by telling him about the woman outside my apartment. ‘And she was outside the Academy this week.’
    ‘How often?’ He breaks in, his voice harsh.
    ‘Three times, maybe four. Does it matter?’
    ‘
Shit
, Ella. You might have said.’
    I tease his lips with my finger. ‘Don’t get mad. She’s probably waiting for a bus.’
    He pushes me back down, leaning over me with a growl. ‘This settles it. You’ll have to move in.’
    ‘
What?
Here?’ I stare up at him as the idea takes hold of me. Live here, in this palace, with this stunning man? And now I come to think of it, my friend Billy’s back soon. She’ll want space to entertain Eldon …
    I fight down temptation. I’m my own woman. ‘Darnley, we’ve talked about this. I need my space during the week. I need to work.’
    His eyes darken. ‘Me too. But I need you. I