The erotic shock of feeling his fingers in her wet self caused her to get away from him.
'I must have been out if my mind', She said, ' I can't.....'
She made for the light switch but Bryan caught up with her before she could reach it.
'Don't run away from it now, Sharon', he said in a smoky voice, 'Not now that we've got this far. His arms went round her from behind, pulling her back against his half naked body and she shuddered as their flesh touched, skin to skin, the roughness of his hair, the masculinity of bone and muscle imposing themselves, making her conscious of her own femininity.
'I should never have let you touch me', she said, as much to herself as to him, hating herself because she felt the undeniable rise of desire again.
'You're not a virgin?' he murmured, kissing her neck, pressing himself against her.
'What's that got to do with it? I don't just sleep with anyone....'
'I never supposed you did. I wouldn't want you if I thought that you had', he said and his hands covered her breasts, making her tremble with passion.
'But why...? she cried out, trying to think clearly,to work out what she really felt.
'Why do I want you?', he sighed, his long naked thighs pushing softly against her, his hands wandering, exploring, making her so weak that she was shaking violently. 'You're beautiful. The minute I saw you, I knew I had to have you'.
She had felt the same, she knew that at that instant. When they were jammed in that revolving door together, she had felt his body against hers and a heat had begun deep inside her, a heat which had been growing ever since and which just the sight of him could start into life.
She was torn between an aching need and fear.
'I...I haven't taken any precautions', she muttered.
'Don't worry, I'll take care of that', he said at once and spun her round to face him, held her lightly on the hips and drawing her closer.
She gave a groan, stood on tiptoe and kissed him passionately, her arms going round his neck, her body yielding in boneless surrender.
Bryan lifted her off her feet on to the bed. He didn't give her another chance to change her mind. While she was still catching her breath, he entered her and she arched to take him, a wordless primitive cry coming from her throat.
For months desire had been driving her towards this instant.
She had fought it, pretended it wasn't happening to her but it had been too strong and she had been helpless against it.
She didn't know even now if she was in love or obsessed but all she knew was that she couldn't fight the way she felt anymore..
Last night when they had walked along the top of the Spanish Steps, that warm autumn night and she had seen the young lovers in that shop doorway, that had been the moment she knew that she wanted Bryan like that.
She had seen those two kissing, their bodies straining against each other and suddenly she had felt heat sweet through her, her mouth had gone dry and Bryan had looked at her with the same craving in his eyes.
She had wanted to go to bed with him then. If they had been up here in her room, they would have made love.
She had known it last night, she knew it now. If she hadn't slept with him now, she would have sooner or later, because she couldn't stop thinking about it, day and night. The beat of them at erotic desire drummed in her blood, in her ears and she ached to touch him, to feel his hair under her hands, to hold his body as he moved in her, with her.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back and Bryan groaned, head flung back in passionate pleasure.
His skin was red hot, his breathing tortured, so was hers. She was caught up in a vortex of a whirlpool, irresistibly engulfed in a spiralling pleasure. She was deaf, dumb and blind to everything else in this world. Entirely taken over by desire, she had shed all inhibitions, forgotten where they were, what room, in what city, in what country.
There was only this bed, her body twisting and shuddering with his body driving into her.
She said his name, pleading, moaning. It seemed to be taking forever to reach the intense dark heart of that feeling, she was going out of her mind and she pushed her face into his warm bare shoulders, kissed his perspering skin, tasted the salt of his body on her tongue and grazed him with her teeth, bit him as the frenzy mounted and then the arching tension broke and she gave a final long moaning cry and began to fall down, down out of all control.
It was like dying, her heart pounding, her lungs tortured, her limbs trembling violently.
She heard Bryan saying her name, his voice unrecognizable, gasping in the same unbelievable ferocity and then there was silence and she lay like someone who had drowned, her hands flung out on either side, her eyes closed, her lips apart, breathing in dragging anguish.
For minutes on end, they just lay there, his body heavy on her, his head on her breast, the sweat running between them.
Then Bryan slowly slid off and Kay beside her, his breathing gradually slowing.
Sharon was too exhausted to move. She couldn't even keep her eyes open.
He got up and went into her bathroom. She winced as the light from the bathroom stabbed into the bedroom, she put her arm across her face and turned on her side, her back to the light.
He came back and got into bed again, by then she was half asleep and only stirred lightly as she felt his cooler flesh touch her when he curved his body round hers. He pulled a sheet over them both but she hardly noticed.
She was light as air, empty, drained. Moments later, she was deeply asleep.
When she woke in the morning, he was gone.