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He watched her again as one finger explored in a circle, through her secret folds of flesh and then right into the heart of her. Nessa’s back arched and she squeezed her eyes shut. It was sensory overload. Her legs were splayed and Luc’s hand was a wicked instrument of torture, as one finger became two, stretching her.
She lifted her head. ‘I can’t...’ Was that her voice? So needy and husky?
‘Can’t what, chérie?’
‘Can’t cope...what you’re doing, it’s too much...’
He smiled and it was the smile of the devil. ‘It’s not nearly enough. Yet. Come fly with me, minou. Come on...’
She didn’t understand what he was asking, but then he flicked his finger against the very heart of her. She tumbled blindly over an edge she had no chance of saving herself from.
If Luc had ever wanted to assert his dominance, he just had. With pathetic ease.
It took a long moment for Nessa to come back to her senses. She felt undone but deliciously sated. And yet there was something deeper, throbbing with need inside her, an instinctive knowledge of something even greater to come.
‘Ca va?’
Nessa opened her eyes to see Luc looking at her. If he’d looked smug or remotely triumphant she might have wakened from this craziness but he didn’t. He looked slightly...fascinated.
She nodded. She didn’t know what she was but it was better than okay.
Luc’s hand moved up to cup her breast, fingers finding and pinching her nipple lightly. Immediately her body was humming again, as if she hadn’t just orgasmed.
She realised that Luc’s chest was within touching distance and reached out shyly to touch him. Tentative, but growing more adventurous when she felt how warm he was, and the latent steel of his body underneath.
‘You really don’t have to pretend, minou.’
He sounded slightly amused. Nessa’s hand stopped and she looked at him. ‘Pretend...what are you talking about?’
‘Pretend to be some kind of innocent. I told you I don’t get off on games. It’s really not necessary. I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.’
She wasn’t pretending; she was innocent! His face suddenly looked stark, as if he hadn’t meant to say those words, and treacherously it robbed her of any words of defence. Somehow she knew that if she said anything, this would all stop and she wasn’t ready for it to be over.
So she did the most selfish thing she’d ever done in her life and said nothing. She touched him again, placing her mouth over his blunt nipples and exploring with her tongue, feeling ridiculously powerful when she heard him hiss between his teeth and felt him catch her hair again, winding it around his hand as if he needed to restrain her.
It was an incredible aphrodisiac to know she had any kind of effect on Luc Barbier.
She explored further, down his body, tracing her fingers over abs so tight that her own quivered in response. And then she reached his belt. There was a moment, and then he said gruffly, ‘Keep going.’
So she undid the belt, sliding it through the loops, then his button and the zip. She could feel the potent thrusting bulge under the material and her hand started to shake as she drew the zip down.
Luc muttered something in French and then he was standing up and pushing his trousers down and off, taking his underwear with them. And now he was naked and fully aroused and Nessa couldn’t speak, taking in his virile majesty.
‘Touch me.’
Nessa sat up and reached out, curling her hand tentatively around Luc’s rigid erection. She found it fascinating—the silky skin pulled taut over all that potent strength. There was a bead of moisture at the top, and, acting completely on instinct, she leant over and touched it with her tongue, tasting the tart saltiness. Her mouth watered and she wanted to wrap her whole mouth around him but he was pulling her away saying, ‘Stop...or I won’t last.’
Luc’s brain was so fused with lust and heat and need that it was all he could do not to thrust between the tempting lushness of Nessa’s lips. All rational thought had gone. He couldn’t wait. He needed to feel her whole body around him, not just her mouth.
He moved over her, between her spread legs, and for a second the way she was looking up at him, with some expressio
n he’d never seen on a woman’s face before, almost made him stop, and take a breath. This was too crazy. Too rushed. He needed to get his wits back...
But then he felt her hands on his hips as if guiding him into her and he was lost again, drowning in need.
Nessa was filled with a raw sense of earthy urgency so sharp and intense she found herself reaching for Luc, wanting to bring him closer. He knelt between her legs, spreading them wider with his hands.
Nessa was vaguely aware that her shirt was open, her breasts bared and her skirt ruched around her waist. But any selfconsciousness fled when the head of his erection nudged against where she was so hot and wet. She instinctively circled her hips up to meet him.
