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‘What do you mean?’ she stammered.
‘How should I kiss you?’ he repeated, his tone rough and demanding.
‘Er, the normal way?’
‘Closed or open lips?’
A flush rippled through her. ‘I don’t know! Just get on with it!’
‘Estelle,’ he growled. ‘If I’m going to kiss you in front of everyone, and make it look like we’ve done it a thousand times before, then I need to know what you like.’
‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Yes, it does.’
He suddenly stepped away, took her hand, and marched her across the dance floor to the exit.
‘Where are we going?’ she whispered.
He didn’t reply, leading her along the empty corridor and around the first corner. No-one was about.
Stopping, James dropped her hand. ‘Show me how you want to be kissed.’
She licked her lips. ‘Um…’
He moved closer. ‘Estelle…’
Stepping back, her heels hit the skirting board.
Placing his hands on the wall, James lowered his head, stopping with his mouth just inches from hers.
His presence was intoxicating and overwhelming, his scent making her knees wobble, the inky blackness of his eyes drawing her in, his ragged breaths caressing her skin like a flame.
‘Show me.’ His voice was a command and a plea.
Just kiss him! It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t mean anything!
His gaze travelled over her face, as if wanting to drink in every part of her.
‘Star,’ he murmured.
The word was her undoing, unravelling any resolve and letting it drop to the floor. Trembling, she brought her hands to the sides of his face, then lifted her mouth to his.
His lips were warm and soft, but the thrill that darted through her the moment her skin touched his was one of sharp, breath-taking pleasure.
James was still, his body tense and strained.
Estelle kissed him lightly again, as if tentatively asking for entry, and ran her fingers into his hair.
Letting out a low groan, his hands left the wall, one threading through her curls to hold the back of her head, the other cupping her bottom to tug her body flush with his.
Desire cracked through her like a whip and she gasped, her lips opening. His tongue slicked into her mouth and met hers with a jolt, the sensation so powerful she felt she was falling.
Dizzy, she gripped handfuls of his hair, clinging to him, giving herself over to the lust that had been simmering for months.
He growled, then without breaking their frenzied kiss, lifted her off the floor. She spread her legs, the miniskirt of her gold dress riding up her thighs, and locked her ankles behind his back.
Estelle had never been kissed like this before, felt like this before, wanted someone so much before. There was no room for thought or logic. She ground against the rock-hard ridge of his cock, begging with her body for everything he had to give.
