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‘Not a room... What, then? A wooden seat in the grounds?’ she asked warily.

‘No, not that.’ Hugo laughed. ‘I’ve booked us a suite,’ he told her quietly.

‘A suite...’ Dee squeaked. ‘But Hugo, the cost...’

‘Mmm...I know; I hope I’m going to be worth it,’ he told her, straight-faced, making her dissolve into giggles.

The hotel wasn’t very far away, just a few miles the other side of the city, a beautiful Edwardian house set in its own grounds which had been converted to a very prestigious hotel. Dee had been there once—with her father, when he had taken her out for a birthday lunch. The food, the room, the service had all been first-class, and Dee had felt truly spoiled and treasured.

It was a favourite with local brides, not for their receptions so much as for their wedding nights. Rumour had it that the discreet addition of a Jacuzzi to the bridal suite had resulted in totally blissed-out couples pronouncing fervently that they were most definitely going to come back.

At the thought of the bridal suite and its Jacuzzi Dee suddenly felt very hot, and slightly dizzy.

‘You haven’t...it isn’t...you haven’t booked the bridal suite, have you?’ she asked Hugo faintly.

He laughed again.

‘No, I haven’t,’ he reassured her, adding, tongue-in-cheek, ‘We don’t want everyone to know what we’re going to be doing, do we?’

‘You mean to say they won’t?’ Dee responded dryly.

He hadn’t booked the bridal suite, but what he had neglected to tell her was that all of the hotel’s four suites possessed their own Jacuzzis.

As Hugo told Dee later, he just wished he had had a camera for that unforgettable look on her face as the porter swept into the room and then opened the door to the large en suite bathroom with a theatrical flourish.

‘How could you?’ she whispered to him once the porter had gone. ‘It makes me feel that we’re being so...so obvious.’

‘One of us certainly is,’ Hugo agreed, with a rueful glance down at his own body.

Dee closed her eyes. She gave up. Just what did you do with such a man?

Hugo soon showed her, adroitly locking the door and then going over to uncork the bottle of champagne that was chilling in an ice bucket.

‘I’ve ordered us a cold supper,’ he told Dee. ‘But first...’ He poured her a glass of champagne and handed it to her. ‘To us...’ he toasted her solemnly.

A little shakily Dee lifted her glass to her lips and took a sip. Suddenly, and totally unexpectedly, alongside her excitement she could feel a definite twisting thread of shy, virginal self-consciousness, she acknowledged.

‘We’ll never drink all that,’ she told Hugo unsteadily, looking at the large bottle.

‘Not from these,’ he agreed, putting down his glass. ‘Shall I tell you how I intend to drink it?’ he whispered as he came towards her and removed her own glass before taking her in his arms. ‘I intend to pour it over your naked body and lick every droplet off you, drink every last bubble, and then I shall...’

He should have sounded ridiculous, but somehow he didn’t; somehow she was reacting to what he was saying, the picture he was drawing in her mind and on her senses, with a frantic little shudder that made him groan and start to kiss her with uninhibited passion.

He had just started to unfasten her top when they heard the door. Cursing, he released her and went to open it. It was the waiter with their supper, and Dee knew that as he wheeled in the table her face was as pink as her champagne. The meal Hugo had chosen was everything that a romantic meal should be. Dee couldn’t imagine how much it must have cost him. Lobster, her favourite tiny wild strawberries, hand-made chocolates, the kind he knew she had a passion for, all of it washed down by carefully chosen wine—even if Dee only sipped at hers. Hugo, she noticed, did the same.

‘Satisfied?’ Hugo asked her softly, when Dee had eaten the last of the chocolate truffles.

Her colour rose, but Dee still managed to meet his eyes as she told him boldly, ‘No, and I shan’t be until...’

‘Until...?’ Hugo pressed as she stopped speaking.

‘Until I can feel you inside me,’ she whispered on a sudden rush, but now she couldn’t quite manage to sustain that eye-to-eye contact. Not that she needed to. Hugo had already left his seat and was swooping down on her, practically lifting her off her chair as he took her in his arms.

‘Oh God, Dee, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,’ he told her rawly, and as she felt the emotion surging through his body Dee realised properly, for the first time, just what a strain the last few weeks must have been for him, and just how much control he must have been exercising over his own desires and needs.

‘Come here. Come here,’ he whispered urgently to her, even though she was already there in his arms, and his words were a soft chant of tender love as he cupped her face and started to kiss her. ‘Mmm... You taste of chocolate,’ he murmured appreciatively as he tasted her mouth, testing her reaction.

‘And you taste of—’ She started to tease back, then stopped, her eyes darkening with a passion she made no attempt to hide as she told him huskily, ‘And you taste of you, Hugo, and it’s the best taste in the world...the only taste I could ever want. You are the only man I could ever want, and I want you so badly. I want to touch you, hold you, taste you...’

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