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afternoon rest would do us good, don⬠"!t you?⬠"! His eyes were surprisingly bright for a man contemplating sleep, his voice deep and velvety.
⬠ÜGive us plenty of energy for tonight.⬠"!
⬠ÜTonight?⬠"! She sent him a quick oblique glance.
His eyes smouldered. ⬠ÜWell, we don⬠"!t want to waste it, do we?⬠"!
CHAPTER EIGHT
EUPHORIA was a beautiful thing. It carried them up in the lift and along the hotel corridor, punctuated by kisses and giggles from Mirandi and shouts of
laughter from Joe whenever they remembered the boutique woman⬠"!s face.
⬠ÜWe can⬠"!t really blame her.⬠"!
⬠ÜBut at least she was happy in the end with her sale, wasn⬠"!t she?⬠"!
⬠ÜThough if she⬠"!d had a humane bone in her body she could at least have given us another five minutes⬠¦â¬ "!
⬠ÜOh, yes, if only. I had such plans for you, you⬠"!ll never know. Pity you couldn⬠"!t have come in with me while I tried on the lingerie.⬠"!
Joe⬠"!s eyes gleamed. ⬠ÜAh, yes. The lingerie.⬠"!
He took the key from her hand and slid it into the slot. Her room door opened, and he stood back and allowed her to float through first.
Rooms at the Chateau du Lac were airy and opulent, with windows you could open, pretty painted ceilings and a gratifying number of mirrors that
gave a woman plenty of angles from which to observe the effect she was making.
She wafted into the centre of hers, twirled, then dropped her packages on the floor and turned to face Joe. Desire electrified the air, whispered
along her nerve-endings and teased her erotic zones with pleasant yearning. Joe deposited his parcels on a chair, then caught her at the waist and held
her still, his light firm grip searing her through her clothes.
Her breath was trapped in her lungs when she met the fever burning in his eyes like points of flame. It was too late for resolutions.
⬠ÜThis is exactly what we said we wouldn⬠"!t do,⬠"! she said shakily, her heart pounding like a wild thing.
⬠ÜAnd what we always knew we would do.⬠"!
His voice had thickened with the intensity of his lust, instantly reviving her own unassuaged desire until her body trembled to know his embrace
and burned.
He reached for the top button of her jacket and she smiled as swiftly and expertly he stripped her of her suit.
His eyes flared when he revealed her in her lacy corselet. He stood back to take in the full effect of her suspenders, the stockings attached and her
flimsy little see-through pants, and with a primitive urge to inspire him she slipped the grips on the suspenders and peeled off her stockings with long,
caressing, sensual movements, holding each of them high and letting them flutter to the ground.
She held him at bay with a gesture, then she danced a little, provocatively stroking her hips and swaying, fanning her hair out then arching her back
to let the silky stuff fall behind her in a mass.
When she straightened he was standing as though riveted, breathing hard, his eyes burning like coals. His tie was hanging loose and she saw the
faintest sheen of moisture on his upper lip.
A buoyant sensation she⬠"!d nearly forgotten existed shot through her, as if her veins were injected with magic. She felt like a midnight witch,
reckless and sexy and aroused. Powerful. Inspired.
Desire whispered along her nerve-endings and pulsed in her blood. Tantalising her masculine captive, she swayed a little more to help him
appreciate the treasures on offer, pouted to remind him she had lips in other places, and wiggled her hips to entice him.
It seemed to work. Though she held him in check with her tease, his devouring gaze, a certain tension in the lines of his big lean body, suggested
his unaccustomed patience in such a situation was about to explode into action.
She sashayed up to him to unbutton his shirt and he stood even more motionless, but it was brooding stillness like that of a ticking grenade. He
watched her face while she slipped the buttons, her trembling hands affected by the powerful heartbeat she could feel beneath the thin fabric. Only his
harsh quickened breath revealed the control he was employing to hold the volcano of passion in check.
He undid his cufflinks, then tore off his shirt. Her mouth dried when she saw his broad, bronzed chest again, with his powerful pecs and lean
muscled abdomen as stirring as ever before. Greedily her eyes devoured the black whorls of hair arrowing down below his belt.
Sighing, unable to help herself, she pressed her lips to his hard chest and they felt scorched by the heat in his skin. At once his arms snaked
around her, then his hands slid to her arms and held them in a purposeful grip. She could feel the hot current of passion flowing through him.
⬠ÜI can⬠"!t believe what you⬠"!re doing to me,⬠"! he said, his voice deep and gravelly. ⬠ÜCome here.⬠"!
He dragged her to him and seared her lips with his in masterful possession, plundering her mouth with his tongue, sucking the breath from her
lungs till she was giddy, then he broke the sizzling contact to devour her throat and breasts with urgent kisses.
She struggled with the bow of her corselet but the lustful man couldn⬠"!t wait for her to take it off. He lifted one breast from its cup, licked the
tender yearning nipple, then drew on it with his mouth.
Oh, heavenly day. She mewled with pure pleasure, clinging to him as her bones dissolved in bliss, then, just when she thought her desire
couldn⬠"!t blaze any brighter, he sucked on the other one as well, fanning the flames of her hunger to an inferno. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]