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Warren hesitated. Walking her home had made this moment inevitable. If he went inside and she wanted him, there wouldn?t be any holding back. He was never so sure of anything than being right there with her, he just wished he knew if it was the right time for her. He?d been desperate for the chance to get closer to her, but what if it was too soon? He?d been warned by her friends at the office. Keep it light, they?d said. Make it about fun.
He was trying to do that.
He knew they were probably right. She?d been with Andrew a long time and there was still a chance she might get back together with him. Warren didn?t want to think about that, or what it might do to him if it happened. He wanted her too much to even contemplate it. If she had even mentioned her ex, Warren would have backed off immediately.
He nodded, trailing his fingers along the underside of her jaw. As he did, her brown eyes darkened to black, and her lips parted. She was lush?lush and ready for physical contact, he had no doubt about that. Watching her arousal grow as they talked over dinner had made him want to overturn the table and lift her into his lap so that he could push that dress of hers up and wrap her legs around his hips. He ran the back of one finger down the soft skin of her throat.
She pushed open the door, inviting him to follow, her thick blond hair a heavy, shifting curtain against the back of her shoulders as she walked. The way her hips swayed as she led the way through the communal hallway and up the staircase made him want to taste her, to wrap himself in her and bury himself deep inside her.
?Here we are.? She pointed at the door marked number eleven.
He pulled her against him after she put the key in the lock, and kissed her. She melted into him, her mouth warm and soft, opening to him as if eager for him the way he was for her.
The door swung open.
?It?s not much,? she announced as she drew back, cheeks adorably pink, ?but it?s home. Come in.?
Warren looked around with curiosity, eager to know everything about her that he didn?t already know. She?d moved here after she?d split with Andrew, but he could see she?d already put her mark on the place. It was an open plan studio design, the focal point being the window that overlooked the street. At the far end of the L-shaped space a curtain was drawn across the bedroom space. The kitchen area looked practical, whilst the living area was laid-back and chilled, with a long leather sofa. A stack of books spilled out from against the wall to flank one end of the sofa. The walls were decorated with black-and-white prints of fifties-style photos featuring street scenes from European cities.
?Can I get you a drink?? she called over her shoulder, as she opened a kitchen cupboard.
?Whatever you?re having.? He stepped over to the window. ?It?s quite a view,? he commented, when she returned, looking at her.
?If you get close to the window you can just about see the entrance to the tube station.? She had a glass in each hand and she offered him one. The tumbler was filled with ice and amber liquid. The ice crackled. ?It?s Cointreau, is that okay for you??
He sipped the warm orange liqueur, made zesty and sharp by the collision with the ice, and smiled. ?Delicious,? he replied. ?But I?d much rather taste you.?
Her eyebrows flickered. ?All in good time.? She smiled then gave him an appraising once-over that made his cock harden. ?You have to tell me your fantasies first. It was all about what I wanted, back at the restaurant.?
She was his every fantasy, had been for two years.
The tension between them was growing, now that they were alone. He waited until she?d taken another sip of her drink, then took her tumbler from her hand and set both glasses down on the windowsill. The need to kiss her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head?to adore her?had become pressing. ?Why don?t you show me the view,? he suggested, ignoring her comment about his fantasies. ?Talk me through the Camden sights.?
?Okay.? The single word came out long and slow. When she moved closer to the window her face was illuminated by the streetlights as they flickered on, her features half in shadow. It gave her a mysterious look, filled with feminine allure. ?If you look to the right, you can see the marketplace, the old stables.?
Warren stepped behind her, stroking her hair, unable to resist touching her. Looking over her shoulder at the street, his hands instinctively moved around her hipbones. When he made contact against her back she took a deep intake of breath and swayed.
He lifted her hair from the back of her neck and bent to kiss the soft skin there. As he breathed in her perfume he marveled at how her scent could conjure her image. Sometimes, when she wasn?t in the office, he would sit in her chair for a breath of it. It became so familiar that he could pull back the memory of her fragrance at will, when he was restless and alone in his bed at night.
He?d fought this, long and hard. It hadn?t rested easily on him that he wanted another man?s woman. When he tried to have relationships with other women they simply weren?t Anya, so it never worked. Not for any great length of time. ?I bet you look out here in the middle of the night.?
?Sometimes, yes.? She gave a breathy laugh and then gasped when he moved his hands over the surface of her dress.
He shifted the flimsy material up the length of her thighs, then rested his hands on that bare skin and growled against her ear. With his fingertips
on her naked skin, the tension in his body sharpened.
?Not like this, though? Not with a man undressing you?? He could ask her that, because he knew she?d been alone since she came here.
?No, not like this. This is much better.? She caressed him, one hand trailing over his where it rested on her thighs.
He wanted to know what underwear she had on underneath the dress. He already knew she wasn?t wearing a bra. He lifted the material up and over her bottom and bunched it at her waist in one hand so that he could mold his free hand over her buttocks. Glancing down, he clocked a slip of black lace G-string on her hips. The globes of her bottom gleamed, framed by the flimsy garment.
?You have the most gorgeous arse,? he commented, his body moving back in against hers.
Anya chuckled softly. ?Too much flattery embarrasses me, be careful.?
?In that case you?re going to be very embarrassed,? he said as he breathed her in again. ?I?ll be doing it a lot.? With his hands on her hips, and that beautiful bottom moving against his fly, the urge to lose himself in her was powerful. His cock ached for it.
