‘Very close,’ she agreed, letting her fingers walk some more.

‘Stop that.’ His smile only widened.

‘I can’t. You feel fantastic. You really do have muscles.’ She marvelled at it. How the hell did a computer geek grow muscles like these?

But then her own actions slowed as she became acutely aware of his—of the kisses dulling her sense of initiative. He was taking the lead and increasingly all she could do was follow. Slowly, so slowly, he was stripping the skirt off her. Dropping to his knees, he eased it down, pressing kisses to her thighs and legs.

Then he stood again, him still clad in jeans, her in nothing but knickers. Their shoes had been kicked off somewhere outside the door. He took her face in his hands again, searching her eyes and then smiling. Then kissing. And with every moment of the kiss her need grew. Until, pressing her shoulders against the wall for support, she pushed her hips forward towards him—aching for closeness.

‘Something you want?’ he asked.

‘You know.’

He slid his hands from her shoulders all the way down until he curled his fingers round hers. Then he lifted them, swinging her arms up above her head, pinning them back to the wall with his hands. The movement lifted her breasts, her hard nipples strained straight up to him.

H

e paused and took advantage of the view. Looking into his eyes, she saw the passion and simply melted more—shivering as she did. Swiftly he kissed her and transferred the possession of both her hands to only one of his. He glided his other hand down her throat, then lower. Cupping her breast, he stroked the taut nipple with his thumb. She whimpered into his mouth. His hand moved again, fingers sliding down her stomach, and then they slipped inside her panties, right down, curving into her, feeling the extent of the warm wetness there as she moaned.

‘Mmm.’ He lifted his mouth from hers, looked into her eyes as another moan escaped her. And any embarrassment dissolved as she took in his pleased expression.

‘That’s what I want,’ he muttered, kissing her eyes closed, one and then the other. Gentle. His fingers started to work. So slowly, gently. And his mouth pressed to hers again, his tongue exploring, just as his fingers were. Slow and gentle and tormenting. Insistent. And the giddiness was back. She kept her eyes closed, lost in the feeling, utterly at his mercy, until she was writhing and arching and wanting harder and faster. But still he kept it slow, teasing her. And then she was panting, pleading in the scarce moments when he lifted his head to let her take breath.

And he listened, watched, altered his actions. Not so gentle. Faster and deeper. Passionate kisses that bruised her lips and then roved hard over her face and then down. His mouth was hot as he nuzzled his way down the side of her throat, to her breast and back to her starving mouth.

He lifted his head to watch as her panting grew shallower, faster, louder. She started to shake, was begging for him not to stop, for him to give her more.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. ‘Screaming, remember?’

But he didn’t need to tell her. She couldn’t stop it anyway, the cry that came as she came—hard and loud.

His fingers loosened on her wrists, her arms dropped down to her sides and he braced his hands on the wall either side of her. He brushed a gentle kiss on her nose.

She shook her head. ‘I can’t stand any more.’

‘Yes, you can.’

‘No, I mean literally. I can’t stand any more.’ And her feet began to slip out in front of her, a slow slither to the floor.

He scooped her straight up.

‘Oh, thanks. My legs just didn’t want to be upright any more.’

‘What do they want?’ He chuckled.

‘To be wrapped round you. Like this.’ She hooked them round his waist and felt her desire for him surge back stronger than before.

‘Mmm.’ He nodded. ‘Feels good to me.’

‘Does this feel good?’ She slid one hand down his chest, eager to feel his muscles respond.

His arms tightened. ‘Thought I told you to quit it.’

‘Afraid you can’t handle it?’

‘Sure am.’ His teeth flashed white and she knew he didn’t mean it. This guy could handle anything—especially her.

The bed was unmissable and in four paces he had her on it, following immediately. She opened her arms, her mouth, her legs. Ready for everything.

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