Ah. Clearly a planned seduction.
“I see you are ready for me, love,” she teased coquettishly.
And despite his irritation, Hiro’s body responded to her nearness, to her curves. Almost against his will, his arms wrapped around the red silk, pulling her closer, tighter.
“What are you doing here?” he growled again. Then, because it wasobviouswhat she was doing, he continued, “You could have beenseen, Mandy! What in the name of Christ do you think your brother would do if he heard you were sneaking through the back corridors of Edinburgh’s best hotel practically naked?”
“I amwearingarobe,” she pouted. When he continued to glare, her expression eased to one of exasperation. “Oh, Hiro,” she sighed. “Sometimes I think you care for my brother more than me.”
She couldn’t have surprised him more if she’d slapped him. Hiro reared back, staring down at her in horror. “What?Why would you say that?”
“Because, love…” Her fingers idly played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Whenever we can steal a moment together, it is as if his specter is here in the room. Glaring at you over my shoulder, and you are terrified of him.”
His gaze flicked between her serious eyes, looking for the truth.
Is that what she thought?
That he was…what? Thinking of her brother when they made love?
To hell with that! Just having her in his arms now, even if it was in this cramped single room, was doing wonders for hisdistraction. When she inhaled, her breasts pushed against his chest, and between them, his cock jumped at the thought of her tight wetness.
So he managed to rasp, “I haven’t thought of Alistair once when you’re in my arms.”
“Bullshite,” she snapped, sounding remarkably like Hamish. Her sister’s parrot, not the blaggard. “You are afraid of him, or afraid of me.”
“I’m afraid of what will happen to you, if you continue down this path.”
“Down what path?” she challenged, rocking her hips forward, so her pelvis cradled his hardness. “Loving you?”
Groaning in surrender, Hiro lowered his lips to hers, claiming her. Allowing her to claim him.
They fit together perfectly.
It was one of the things he was addicted to, Hiro could admit. The way she matched him perfectly: strength, courage, joy. It was as if they lived to be two halves of the same whole.
She completed him, and this kiss was no exception.
It wasn’t until he was lowering her to the bed that he realized she’d shed her robe along the way. All the better. Fleetingly, he wondered how he was supposed to get her back to her suite without anyone noticing—the corridors of a hotel were never truly empty.
Then she squeezed him in averysensitive area, and he groaned in satisfaction.
Here and now, they had each other.
CHAPTER 5
Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!
As Hiro’s mouth lowered to hers, Amanda could feel the familiar heat stirring in her belly. The way he kissed her, with such fierce passion and desperation, made her feel almost dizzy with desire. Struggling to keep her sense and emotions in line with the physical sensations became almost an impossible task when his mouth left hers and began to trail down her body.
After so many years, so manynightstogether, Hiro knew exactly what turned her into a creature of wanton pleasure. His lips grazed her throat, teasing out a low moan as she raked her fingernails across his scalp, catching his shudder against her skin. He lingered there momentarily, capturing her pulse with his tongue while her breaths grew ragged. She melted into him, letting herself focus on his touch.
Warm kisses continued downwards until they met the swell of her breasts. His breath, hot and humid, sent shivers cascading down her spine. Each caress of his fingertips was like the brush of countless feathers, tantalizing and teasing her already heightened senses.
When his mouth captured one nipple, a shock rippled through her. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, his teeth gently trapping her sensitive bud while his tongue flicked around it rhythmically. Whimpering, Amanda arched into him, her body instinctively seeking more contact, more pleasure.
His hands roamed over her skin, rediscovering familiar territory with what felt like a sense of reverence. Every inch of her felt loved, cherished, and above all, desired. When he caught her other nipple between his teeth, she let out a deep, throaty chuckle, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him closer.
Hiro kissed his way down, paying homage to every curve and dip of her body. His strong hands gripped her hips while his tongue teased her skin. Despite the urgency building in her core, there was a deliberate slowness to his movements, a teasing languor meant to build her anticipation. And it worked—by the time his lips reached the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, Amanda was quivering with need.
