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But eventually, as the tension inside her built relentlessly towards yet another unattainable peak, Kalera’s frustration exploded into open rebellion. It wasn’t enough. Underlying the pleasure there was still the painful sense of anxiety, of emptiness that only he could fill.
‘More…I want more,’ she panted, writhing beneath the heavy crush of his body, clamping her legs around his lean hips and arching her spine as her hand snaked down to try to force his bluntly engorged flesh into the slick folds of her womanhood, her guiding hand clumsy with impatience.
‘Wait—’
He was huge and hard, blatantly ready for her, and she couldn’t understand why he was holding back. ‘No…love me now…Please—I need you to come inside me now!’
His big body surged and trembled, a guttural sound tearing from his chest. Sensing that he was at the limit of his self-control, Kalera whispered more needy, greedy sex words as she waited, swooning for the first, deep, delicious, driving thrust that would simultaneously heal and splinter her asunder. But again he eluded her, this time with a finality that was flatteringly—and shatteringly—simple.
‘Oh!’ The silky wetness that flowed over her fingers stunned Kalera into stillness as convulsive shudders ripped through Duncan’s body, his groan of completion muffled in the curve of her throat.
‘Oh!’ Tears of anger and bitter disappointment stung her eyes as she felt a deep laxity ripple up his spine, mocking the excruciating tension in her strung-out body. His skin was damp with perspiration, and the musky scent of his sexual satisfaction was an added insult to her simmering frustration. ‘You…you—’ Her voice broke on a half-sob as she struggled to control her chagrin.
‘Kalera…’ His ragged plea for understandin
g held a hint of rueful amusement that turned her bewilderment to stinging resentment. She felt angry, deprived…
‘Get off me!’ she choked, trying to wedge her elbows against his heaving chest so that she could lever him away and free her hand, trapped between their sticky lower bellies.
Duncan rolled easily onto one hip, leaving a hairy leg slanting heavily across her sprawled knees, pinning them apart. He nuzzled into the soft side of her breast, inhaling deeply, flicking his tongue into the damp furrow where the swelling underslope met her delicate ribcage and, impossibly, she felt his sated manhood stir against her flank as he whispered, ‘I’m sorry. You drove me so wild I forgot my manners, didn’t I, darling? It should always be ladies first. Will you let me redeem myself?’
He took her slippery hand and pressed it down between her thighs and did something with it that had her hurtling off the edge of the planet, annihilating all her preconceived ideas about sexual fulfilment.
Oh, God, over a year later it still made her hot all over to remember what he had manipulated her into doing…and the way that he had watched—as if she had been doing it for his pleasure rather than hers alone…
‘Kalera?’
Her eyes flew open, her body stiffening as she realised that she was in the middle of a public dance-floor. She blinked, dazed, at the man who had spoken her name, evidently—from the annoyance in his golden-brown eyes—not for the first time.
‘Stephen?’
He was standing behind Duncan’s shoulder, looking at her with a suspicious frown that made her wonder whether the scalding heat of her internal blush had turned her face scarlet, betraying her secret shame for all to see.
How long had she been wrapped up in her guilty memories? Far too long, judging from the fact that her fiancé had been impelled to come and fetch her. She suddenly became aware that rather than swirling around the dance-floor in socially acceptable fashion she and Duncan had been barely swaying in place, their bodies separated by a mere sliver of distance, his chin resting on the top of her head. Appalled by her abstraction, Kalera stepped hurriedly back, a skein of blonde silk unravelling between them as a few stray strands of her hair caught against the black velvet of his jacket, but instead of letting his arm drop from her waist Duncan moved with her, forcing Stephen to trail in their wake.
‘Looks like the lady doesn’t want you to cut in, Steve,’ taunted Duncan, directing a malicious grin over his shoulder. ‘Ouch!’ He came to a stumbling halt as Kalera ground down on the toe of his boot with her delicate high heel.
‘Sorry, did I hurt you?’ she said, her narrow oval face smooth with innocence.
‘Bruised me to the bone,’ he said, with a little-boy-lost plaintiveness that didn’t fool her for a moment.
‘You’d better rush home and put some ice on it, then,’ she suggested sweetly. ‘Or you might end up with a limp.’
‘Believe me, after dancing with you limpness is the least of my problems,’ he retaliated sotto voce, his downy black lashes flickering as he glanced down his body.
‘Kalera!’ Stephen’s clipped annoyance reminded her that once again she had allowed Duncan to distract her from the proper focus of her attention. ‘I didn’t come out here to dance. The chef is waiting to flambé your Triberg apples…you did say you wanted to see them cooked at the table.’
‘Of course I do,’ she said, turning sharply to break out of Duncan’s grasp, carefully avoiding his eyes as she lifted her chin and said primly, ‘Thank you for the dance.’
The jet earring on which she had fixed her gaze seemed to wink mockingly at her schoolgirl politeness. ‘Oh, it was my pleasure, Kalera,’ he said, allowing his fingers to trail down the length of her arm as she pulled it away. ‘My very…great…pleasure.’ The slow separation and languid emphasis of his words made them replete with innuendo. ‘I know you enjoyed our dancing together as much as I did. You’re a wonderfully…gratifying…dance partner. I envy the man who gets to…dance with you…on a regular basis.’
Kalera’s ears burned. They both knew he wasn’t talking about the two-step! ‘Then you must envy Stephen,’ she said deliberately, tucking her arm through her fiancé’s elbow, aligning them together.
‘Must I?’ His brows sprang up and the charismatic grin flashed at full wattage. Too late she remembered that he knew she and Stephen weren’t yet lovers. For an awful moment she thought he was going to reveal his knowledge with another sly innuendo.
‘Yes!’
He dipped his head, acknowledging her desperation, his eyes brimming with mischief. ‘Far be it from me to contradict a lady.’
