Chapter 28

Her gaze returned to his tensely waiting face. ‘So are you, Bryan,’ she breathed. ‘So are you!’ She reached out her arms to him, drawing him warmly against her as he moved to lie down on the bed beside her, and she parted her lips to receive the fierce possession of his.

She could feel the muscles rippling in his back as he half lay across her, his mouth tasting the column of her throat, and she ran her hands down the length of his spine to cup the muscled contours of his buttocks.

Bryan truly was beautifully male—like the statue of David. Although she thought, from her memory of that particular statue, that Bryan was better endowed down below than—

My God, what was she thinking?

It was impossible to stop the burst of laughter from escaping, although her smile quickly faded as Bryan raised his head to look down at her with enquiry; it really wasn’t the time or place for her to have laughed.

‘No, do not stop smiling, Helena,’ Bryan encouraged as he saw the fading of that smile, the exp