‘I’m the idiot who should have kissed you ten years ago and I’m going to spend the next four days making up for that fact.’ His full lips inch towards mine, a blistering masculinity emanating from every inch of him.
His intoxicating heady scent envelops me. I can’t think straight. When his breath brushes my mouth, I stop trying, allowing our kiss to do all the talking.
Tongues dance and swirl exploratively. His fingers trace my collarbone, and then drift lower to cup the underside of my breast as he lets out a possessive growl.
There’s no choice but to submit to the sensation. With lust gushing through every inch of me, I have no alternative.
‘I’ve been thinking about your beautiful tits since I saw that indecent scrap of lace covering them earlier.’ His words sink straight into my mouth as he palms both breasts appreciatively. ‘Actually, that’s a lie. I’ve been thinking about them since you were seventeen years old. I’m the type of man your mother probably warned you about.’ Pinning me against the wall, he locks me into position with his hips, and there is no mistaking his desire. It’s at least eight inches and deliciously wedged against me. ‘You’ve met your match then.’ My words fall in ragged breaths. ‘I’m the kind of girl you’d never take home to your mother. I’m more interested in what you’ve got in your trousers than in your bank account.’
A playful grin rips across his face and his eyes dance with delight.
‘Is that so? Well, it’s great to see we canfinallyagree onsomething…’
He hitches my dress up around my waist, displaying the hot pink lace. A wetness pools at my centre. ‘Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?’ It almost kills me to say it.
He’s barely touched me, and he’s already blown every other sexual encounter I’ve had out of the water.
‘Princess, I’m only getting started.’ He palms my thighs apart, nimble fingers darting beneath the lace, sweeping the length of me before darting out again. I’ve barely gasped before he has the same finger in his mouth, his dilating pupils penetrating mine.
He sucks without breaking eye contact. ‘Mmm. For the next four days, you’re mine.’ It’s not a request.
It looks like we’re not entirely in agreement after all.
‘No. Tonight, and tonight only.’ My thighs press tightly together again as I pray he accepts the deal. ‘I don’t do repeats. Take it or leave it.’ The nonchalant tone requires every bit of acting skill I can muster because if he doesn’t take it, there’s a good chance, given the way my body is alight with a fire only he can extinguish, I might actually beg.
‘Never?’ A thick, dark eyebrow arches and his fingers slip inside the lace again.
My head shakes, along with every other atom I’m composed of.
Darkening eyes bore into mine, alight with curiosity and unmissable desire. ‘One night isn’t enough to explore your fantasies, or to satisfy my own.’
‘Fantasies?’ I’m so close to blowing it’s embarrassing. I let out a gasp as his finger continues to sensuously caress me.
‘Yes, fantasies. The scenarios we each conjure up when we’re touching ourselves, Chloe.’ Hot ragged breath grazes my ear. ‘I want to hear every single one of yours and bring them to life. For that, I’m going to need more than one night.’
‘I can’t…’ Those magic fingers continue their delicious assault, lighting every single nerve end in my body. ‘I did once. It didn’t end well.’
‘You’d give up four days of pleasure because of some idiot?’ he murmurs, hot lips cruising over the sensitive skin of my neck and he slips another finger inside of me.
‘I made a rule after him.’
‘Rules are made to be broken. Believe me, I’m breaking them all right now.’ His thumb circles my sweet spot.
‘Not this one.’ I swallow thickly, praying he’ll go for it. ‘Tonight. Now. Let’s do it and get this out of our systems once and for all.’
‘Didn’t you hear? I’m ruthless when it comes to negotiating?’ he whispers, as his hand slows to a stop, leaving me teetering dangerously close to the edge. ‘Take the deal, Chloe.’
In a frenzied state of horny desperation, I do something I never do. I lay my cards on the table. ‘Next morning’s freak me out. Men always say they won’t get attached, and then the next thing they’re asking if they can see me again.’
His lips curl into a slow smile as his fingers resume the same transcendent motion. ‘I promise you, I’m more unavailable than you could ever comprehend. You’re worried I’ll fall in love with you? I don’t think I know the meaning of the word. When I get on the plane, that will be it.’
My release is building inside as he works my walls with expert precision. ‘What about the concerts?’
‘What about them? Princess, we’ll be up to our eyeballs. There won’t be time to piss. Plus, we’ll be surrounded by my brother and your sister, and I’m pretty sure we should keep this between us. Because as they so often remind us, we’re practically family.’
That single line rips through me and I still his hand, the one that feels so fucking good. ‘Stop. We can’t. Imagine the wedding. It’ll be so awkward if we’ve hooked up. Everyone will know.’
‘If we don’t hook up, it’ll be worse. The tension will be explosive. Did you ever wonder why there’s so much friction between us? It’s called chemistry. We need to blaze our way through it until we’re both fully satiated and then lock it in the compartment called “good times.”’ He slides two fingers back inside me, my own fingers pathetically gripping his wrist in a feeble attempt to stop him.
