Chapter 9Robert thought I was asleep. I lay sprawled upon him, my cheek above his heart, and the steady rhythm soothed me. Always before, when we’d made love, and to me it had always been making love, he had possessed my body. I didn’t know why this time he’d angled up his hips and allowed me to slide into his heat. I used what he had taught me and pleasured him to an orgasm so intense I was afraid he might never want to make love with me again. After all, Robert Dorincourt was never one to permit the loss of control.
I decided not to borrow trouble. He had been telling me for the last few days that he loved me. If he let me enjoy the magnificent experience of f*****g his snug, hot passage on occasion, I would accept it without question. And if it never happened again, at least I would ha
