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Harry was sprawledback against the corner of the sofa, one arm across the back and one down the arm.He looked utterly relaxed, but Fiona could see the alertness in his eyes as he watched her walk toward him.While she felt like a huntress stalking him, he looked nothing like timid prey.Instead, he looked ready to devour her.
Unbuttoning her jacket as she went slowly onward, she stripped it off her shoulders and threw it to the side before working the buttons of her white cotton blouse.As it opened button by button, his eyes dipped downward, caressing the swell of flesh above her camisole.Her breasts tingled as if he had touched her already.Leaving her blouse hanging open, she unfastened her skirt and let it fall.She wore only one petticoat beneath it, white brushed cotton with a single flounce and only one row of red piping at the hem.
While it was a far cry from the more elaborate undergarments she’d had on the previous night, Harry didn’t seem to mind.His hand fisted on the arm of the sofa as it slid to the floor.She stepped out of it and shrugged off her blouse, tossing it at a chair.
She watched as his hot gaze swept downward over her filmy white batiste camisole and drawers, which were hemmed with a white ruffle, lace, and satin ribbon.She wore no corset, but Fiona never did when playing golf.Her stockings were also plain white.
“Is this the virginal look you were expecting last night?’she whispered huskily as she reached up to pull the pins from her hair.Her upraised arms lifted her breasts, drawing his gaze.
Harry drew in a shuddering breath as her coral nipples pressed visibly against the sheer camisole.“You don’t look virginal at all,” he rasped as her thick hair fell over her shoulder.“But rather sinful.Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no.”She pushed off the sofa, but Fiona held up a hand to stop him.He eased back down with a raised brow.
“No, stay right there.My control, remember?”
“Testing mine?”
She smiled, lifting her brows provocatively.“If need be.”
She pulled at the bowed ribbon between her breasts, opening her camisole to the waist.It slid off her shoulder and hung, caught on her hardened nipple.With a groan, Harry closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the sofa, but they opened again quickly enough when Fiona tugged at another ribbon at her waist.With a shrug of her shoulder, the combination slid down, catching at her hips before dropping to the floor.Stepping out of it, she kicked it to the side and stood before her lover in near nudity as his smoldering eyes scored her from head to toe.
Her blood surged like a firestorm through Fiona’s veins.She felt beautiful, powerful, and very much in control once more, even though she knew that that control had been granted, not won.Knowing that Harry held himself back, that he allowed her that victory and why he did it, touched her deeply.
Knowing that he could lose that control and ravish her with all the fierce hunger that he had taken her with the night before was intoxicating.Some small part wanted him to do it, to make her submit to his power.
Another part made her want to see how far she could push him before he did.
Fiona ran her hands down her hips, watching his eyes flame as they followed along.Upward they turned, her palms skimming the front of her thighs, her flat belly that gave away nothing of the low throbbing pleasure already building within.Up her ribcage, Harry’s breath caught and held as she cupped her breasts, her nipples hardened under his lustful gaze.She grazed her fingers over the sensitive tips, imagining his hands on her, his body covering hers.Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips, and he groaned aloud.
Her hands drifted back over her belly and lower still.
“Fiona, don’t,” he ground out.“God, but you will be my undoing.”
“I hope so.”
She brushed the tangle of curls between her thighs and heard an animalistic growl before Harry was there, crushing her in his embrace, lifting her, and driving her back until she slammed none too gently against the wall.His lips captured hers in a kiss of pure carnal hunger.His tongue drove past her lips, plunging and retreating as his hand covered her, parting the damp curls.Her fingers.His.Together, he forced her to touch with him, to stroke against her throbbing nub before he pushed her hand aside and curled his fingers into her pulsing wetness.
“Ah, God,” Harry groaned, thrusting deeper.
Tearing her lips from his, Fiona gasped a thready cry against his parted lips.Harry was panting hard as well, his chest rocking against hers with the hard rhythm of his heart.His lips nipped at hers, his tongue tracing her lips, and she moaned, kissing him again.Clutching his shoulders, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, urging him forward with a press of her heels until he ground his hips against hers.
“I want you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Me, too.”
With a groan, he shrugged off his jacket, and she helped him with eager hands, pushing it off before stripping him of his tie.Harry quickly worked the buttons of his shirt, and Fiona gasped with delight as his hard, hot chest met hers.Frantic now, she unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them off his hips, but when the fiery length of him was bared, she lost all concern with total nudity.
“Now, Harry,” she begged.“Now.”
Harry cupped her bottom in one hand, lifting her against him.Fiona felt him nudge at her entrance then he thrust powerfully upward, slamming her against the wall with the force of his weight.Her cry of rapture was met by his low, triumphant moan.Lifting her legs high around his waist, she welcomed his possession, relishing the chafing of his chest over her breasts as he moved within her, his hot lips open over hers as their labored breath mingled.
He filled her so thoroughly she could feel it deep in her belly as he flexed his hips and pulled her hard against him.Over and over, he drove into her, their passion as combustible as kerosene, and she was ablaze.
She threw her head back, crying out hoarsely as he owned her again and again in a pounding rhythm that sent the flames higher.Tension coiled in her core, hotter and more pleasurable than before.Fiona arched against him as the explosion came, and she cried out his name in ecstasy.
