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The sound was almost shocking.
He seemed to like the trashing of his expensive clothes, though, because in answer he lifted her back onto the desk, rucking her skirt up her thighs.
Alejandro ran his palms over them, determined not to rush this. They were as long and smooth as he remembered, and he’d been doing a lot of remembering. The scent of her stirred his senses: violets and woman.
She wore more cream satin—this time with shell-pink inserts falling to the tops of her thighs, where her stockings were clipped by tiny blue suspenders. Alejandro hadn’t known he had a thing for old-time lingerie, but it definitely did something for him—or the woman wearing it did. He smiled at her as he slid his fingers under the satin to stroke her, because it brought back memories, and the old-fashioned cut made her easily accessible to his hand.
Lulu’s chest rose and fell rapidly, a gasp spilling from her lips.
His mouth found hers and he bit down gently on her lower lip, feeling her shudder against him.
He caught her hips in his hands and angled her so that he was cradled against her pelvis. She made a little sound of helpless need and began rocking against him.
He lifted his hands to her beautiful hair but she shook her head.
‘No, no—keep your hands below my shoulders,’ she muttered. She was unbuckling him with shaking hands.
‘Sí.’ Although right now she could ask for her own damn castle and he’d promise it to her. ‘Why?’
She paused to look up and said, quite seriously, ‘I don’t want to wreck my hair.’
Her hair? It did seem to be some sort of elaborate confection. Alejandro swallowed the laughter moving through him. It was astonishing how much lighter he felt when he was with her. Freer.
‘I’m spending the night with Gigi and the other girls. I don’t want them to know.’
Her expression crumpled as she appeared to realise the import of what she’d said.
Again with the secrecy, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to feel her against him again.
They could deal with this secrecy stuff later.
He unclipped her suspenders and slid her pretty vintage panties down over her ankles. He stuffed them in his back pocket and then unbuttoned himself—fast.
He slid his hand up her impossibly silken inner thigh and found her wet and wanting, and so soft he almost disgraced himself there and then. His damn hand was shaking, and he realised Lulu was trembling too. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
The musky scent of sex mingled with the aroma of old books, the leather furnishings and the subtle apricot fragrance of Lulu’s hair which he wasn’t supposed to touch. He remembered to grab a condom from his wallet and don it before he positioned himself against her and thrust.
Lulu bit his shoulder, and the next sound to come from her was muffled, but he knew he was finding the spot she loved because she clung to him.
‘You feel like hot silk,’ he told her with a groan as her long legs wrapped around him for greater purchase. ‘Lulu, you’re so beautiful…this is all I’ve been able to think about.’
‘Me too.’
He arched her over the desk and pinned her hands above her head as he thrust inside her. With each movement he gazed deeply into her eyes, looking for the wonder he’d seen in her last night, and there it was, flashing like the Northern Lights.
He knew he wasn’t going to last, and when he felt her contract around him he buried himself deep and followed her to oblivion.
Lulu clung to him weakly as he sat her up, and he realised every ounce of resentment and anger he had felt towards her today had evaporated completely.
He felt nothing but a deep satisfaction.
She was his.
Her gaze remained unfocussed, and he felt a surge of male pride that he could do this to her.
It had to be pride, because if it was anything else he was in trouble.
‘Did I make too much noise this time?’ She was serious.
