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And then he kissed her. Or more like possessed her, staking his claim and making her his. And she would be, she realised. In a heartbeat she would be with him. She was in love with him. Even if everything with Rainbow House fell through now, she would still marry him. If he asked. Which, of course, he wouldn’t.
But she could fantasise. She could press herself against him and loop her arms around his neck, every inch of her body pressed against him.
His for the taking.
* * *
Louis claimed her mouth, investing every slide of his lips and every stroke of his tongue with all the promise he intended to fulfil for the rest of the night. The rest of their stay. The rest of the charade.
He thrust any other unwanted thoughts of it ever having to come to an end from his head, cupping her face in his hands, taking his time to explore every single element of it. From the soft, plump lips to the tiny dints in her cheeks that were only visible when she really laughed.
God, he loved to make her laugh so hard that those dimples showed.
Just for him.
He staunched the ferocity that consumed his insides, forcing himself to slow down. Reacquainting himself with her every curve and dip, revelling in the way her body quivered against him when he ran his hand up and down her spine, thrilling in the soft sounds that seemed to vibrate from her throat straight into his chest as he cupped her backside, knowing he was making her melt.
He took his time, plundering her mouth, exploring her face and her neck with his kisses, not even attempting to stifle his grin as she moved against him, her body clearly urging him to do more. His hand tangled into her soft, flowing hair, twisting a lock around his fist and tugging, only gently but enough to make her gasp and press against him harder.
He was too consumed with kissing her. He tested first one breast and then the other, before dropping feather-light kisses from her neck downwards until he was hooking a finger over the neckline of her sexy dress and taking the first straining rosy bud in his mouth. He hardened instantly at her gasps of pleasure. Need almost overtaking him for the first time in his life, he just about remembered they were still on the deck of the boat. Although the footpath was deserted for now, people could walk past at any time.
He’d never lost himself like that before. It felt good. Still, Louis made himself scoop her into his arms, carry her into the cabin to the compact bedroom, and lower her reverently on the bed. Slowly, deliberately, he stripped her, but then she pushed herself up with a litheness he couldn’t help but admire and tugged him towards her so that she could hurry things along. Her shaking fingers fumbled with his buttons as she shed him of his clothing, too. And when she unzipped him, her hands moving greedily to his length, Louis lost all attempts at easy control.
‘Even more beautiful than I remembered,’ he muttered, his hands gliding over her soft skin when they were both finally naked, her body reacting to his touch.
He pressed her back onto the bed, only too happy to follow as her hands snagged his shoulders and she pulled him down to her.
Propping himself on one arm, his eyes skimmed over her, drinking her in, gorging themselves on her. Everything about Alex was so sweetly feminine, from her crooked, nervous smile—which only served to stoke him further—down to the perfect flare of her hips. His hands traced whorls on her body, his lips moving over hers before dropping hot kisses to her neck, her chest. Her smooth flesh was so delicate to the touch.
Louis revelled in the way her fingers explored his body, moving over his shoulders, his arms and his chest. But what he really remembered, what he ached for was to taste her again as he had that night. Her sweet honey taste that had ensured he had been hooked from the moment he’d first licked his way into her.
He grew harder at the memory. So hard it was almost painful. No one had ever driven him this wild before.
He shifted, preparing to slide back down between her legs when Alex decided she had other plans and shifted herself, trying to roll him over until his chest was over hers. He could have resisted, carried on with his plan. Instead he relented and gave her what she wanted, moving over until his chest covered hers, his body between her impossibly long legs.
And then she wriggled her hips, settling him at her apex and then wrapping her legs around his thighs as though anchoring him in place, and Louis lost the ability to think straight.
He’d intended a slow seduction. Tasting, toying, teasing. Instead desire consumed him, a slave to his most primal instincts, and to Alex’s urgency.
The only time any woman had come close to being the master of him.
* * *
If he didn’t slide inside her now, she was going to die from need.
She was certain of it.
The last few days since their encounter in his bedroom had been unbearable. Every fibre of her body still mourned what hadn’t quite happened between them. And now he wanted her, that much was undeniable, yet still he insisted on setting a cruelly controlled pace. The tantalising moves of a rhumba when all her entire body ached for the driven, passionate pace of a tango.
She arched her hips and rocked against him, her already molten body searing as his sex flexed against her, his sharp intake of breath like a roar inside her head. Why was he holding back, tormenting them both this way? Louis was barely in control himself—at least she could take some small comfort from that.
‘Please,’ she whispered, curving her body into his, the stunning beauty of his physique with the planes and ridges almost too much to process. And when he nudged at her entrance again she was sure she was going to come apart.
His gaze snagged hers and she wasn’t prepared for the fire that raged in their smoky depths. Savage, needy and wholly, utterly male.
‘I can’t take any more.’ She bit out the desperate plea.
‘I want us to take our time,’ he rasped, reaching to retrieve a condom and sheathing himself. But she didn’t miss the slight shake to his voice. It gave her strength.
