I closed my eyes and sighed. What the fuck had I done?I hadn’t wanted it to be like that but I’d sensed her need and my ego had stepped up to give her the ride of her life. I had wanted her to feel good, feel sexy and beautiful and I’d sensed that she’d needed that; I’d also felt that she craved the hard fuck, the rush of pain and that had surprised me but I’d made sure I’d given it her. I’d actually wanted to please her. Me – Tate Nardini – had for once thought about a woman’s pleasure more than my own. As soon as I’d sunk inside her warm delicious pussy, a pussy that had been so exquisite I’d wanted to blow as soon as I was fully sheathed inside her, I had felt the shudder of carnality ripple through her. She had been tight, hot and fucking amazing, just as I’d expected her to be.I was angry with myself now though. All the years I’d stood in the background and watched her, guarded her like some sad disturbed stalker and forced myself to stay away, and all it had taken was a simple flutter of her eyelashes and a small piece of attention and I was falling at her feet – literally.I think I had frightened her when I had knelt before and practically idolised her but I saw the flash of something in her eyes as I had looked up at her; recognition, or at the very least a glimpse of something familiar.She hadn’t a clue who I was and I wasn’t sure if that aggrieved me or comforted me. “Hey,”
