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The air between them thickened in those few small movements and by the time she stood before him it crackled.
Andreas could no longer breathe.
Two elegant hands cradled his cheeks, delicate fingers rubbing against his skin. She leaned forward and pressed the tip of her nose to his.
Her eyelids closed and she breathed him in then her lips brushed his.
‘You make me feel beautiful,’ she repeated in a murmur into his mouth. The sweetness of the wine mingled with the sweetness of her breath and seeped right into his airways and through his veins.
Carrie had a taste that had been designed for him.
And it was all for him, he thought, the thickening in his loins a weighty ache. No other man had tasted her sweetness. And no other man would…
‘You make me feel like a woman,’ she whispered before her lips closed around his and she was kissing him, deep scorching kisses, her fingers sliding to cradle his head, everything a mimic of the night she had kissed him in the Seychelles but everything new.
This time there was no restraint. No pretence, no holding back, no hate, no anger.
Just two people with an unquenchable thirst for each other.
In one motion, he gathered her to him, pulling her onto his lap just as he had what seemed a lifetime ago and as he felt her bottom press into his lap, raw hunger slammed into him.
In a flurry of ravenous kisses her soft, pillowy breasts crushed against his chest, Carrie’s fingers raked over his neck, over his shoulders, her nails scraping over his shirt, her hot tongue trailing over his cheeks and jaw, tasting him, her teeth biting into his skin, delicious jets of pleasure igniting everywhere.
And he touched her back with equal fervour, roaming his hands over the hot flesh that quivered and burrowed closer into him at his every touch, as if she were trying to burn their clothing off through willpower alone.
Somehow, with her chest crushed so tightly to his, she found the buttons on his shirt and opened them enough to burrow beneath the material to find his bare skin. Her fingers splayed all over his chest, nails raking his skin, scorching a trail of burning heat over him with her touch alone, her mouth devouring his again, her breaths shortening.
His mouth found her neck and he inhaled her earthy yet delicate scent, that erotic, womanly smell that was Carrie’s alone.
When she found the waistband of his trousers, she didn’t hesitate to tug at the button but when she couldn’t undo it, cupped her hand over the tightly compressed erection and squeezed over the material.
He groaned into her neck at the constrained pleasure her touch there unleashed, then licked all the way up to her chin and her mouth.
Her eyes were open yet hooded. If a look ever had the power to make him come without a touch, the look ringing from her eyes would be it.
Holding her tightly, he lifted her in one motion and sat her on the table so he was standing between her parted thighs.
She stared at him, desire vibrating from her, then tugged the top of her dress down to her waist.
She wore no bra.
Her plump golden breasts shone under the rising moon. Spearing her hair as he cradled her head to support her, he lowered her back then dipped his head to take one of the pebbled nipples into his mouth.
The gasp that flew from her mouth turned into a moan as he slavered her with his attention, kissing, nipping, licking.
Her legs hooked around his waist, gyrating herself closer to him, her ankles digging into his buttocks as her back arched, her need for him as beautifully obvious as the emerging stars above them.
When he ran a hand over one of her clinging thighs and slid higher to her buttocks, he was the one to moan when he found her hot and damp. She jerked against him, trying to find whatever relief she could get.
Abandoning her breasts, he kissed her hard on her mouth and she matched it, a violent fever spreading between them as he pinched the sides of her knickers with his fingers and she raised her bottom to allow him to pull them down to her hips.
With one final clash of mouth and tongue, he then tugged her knickers down her legs and past her pretty feet, threw them onto the floor and removed his wallet from his back pocket. As he took the square foil out, Carrie returned to undoing his trousers, this time unbuttoning it with one flick of her fingers and tugging the zip down.
As he took the condom out of its wrapping she tugged his trousers down his hips, freeing his erection.
There was not a moment of hesitation.
Andreas slipped the condom on in one deft movement, hooked an arm around her waist to pull her to him, and thrust himself inside her.
Tight and hot, she welcomed him, pulling him deeper inside her, the look in her eyes as he stared into them sinking him deeper into her spell.
She slipped a hand around his waist and up his shirt, her nails biting into his skin, urging him on, their lovemaking hot and frenzied, tender and hard all at the same time, and then she was grabbing his buttocks to drive him even harder into her, mumbled, sensual words flying incoherently from her lips until her head tilted back. A ragged cry escaped her mouth and then she was thickening around him, clinging to him and Andreas found himself slamming headlong into the ecstasy of his own release, brighter, sharper and more intense than anything he had ever known before.
