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She swore again and now he laughed.
“What do you want?” He growled huskily against her cheek, his fingers hovering at her entrance, but frustratingly far. “Tell me,” he invited.
But Finn was beyond rational thought and word. Her fingers were clumsy as she pulled at his pants, separating the zip and then pushing at his boxers until he was freed.
“This,” she was able to manage, and she would have taken him deep inside of her if he hadn’t stopped her. His eyes were darkened by desire and his own heart was hammering in his chest.
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“Protection,” he said the word like it was an indictment. He couldn’t believe he didn’t have anything with him. Then again, he hadn’t come to the library expecting to find Finn. He hadn’t come here to seduce her.
“Tell me you have something,” she cried plaintively, her desperation enough of an aphrodisiac to almost make him forget his own cardinal rules. Caradoc Moore loved sex. Risk-free sex.
“In my room,” he murmured against her neck. He felt her sag against him and he understood. She had been in a fever-pitch of need. And somehow he just understood that it was new for her. Daunting.
Slowly, he rearranged his boxers and pants, so that temptation was out of his reach, but he kept his fingers around her wrist.
When he pushed two fingers into her moist core, she let out a groan as though her world was ending. Or beginning. She tilted her beautiful face back, and began to move her hips, up and down, as though it was his cock inside of her. He felt her muscles tighten and he mentally berated his own stupidity. With this woman in his house, from that moment on, he would always be prepared.
“Caradoc!” He loved the way she said his name; with her accent so British and her desire so obvious.
He pushed at her shirt so that he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. She dug her nails into his shoulders until his flesh screamed but it made him want her more. She was fire and flame. However she might try to pretend otherwise, this woman was a tangle of lust. And he would enjoy using that lust whenever he wanted.
Yes, Finn James would distract him nicely, for just as long as he needed it.
Her breasts were the perfect size. Full and round, and large enough to test even his hand size. Or mouth, he thought with an appreciative smile.
She swore, and he knew she couldn’t have realised how loud she was being. That made him smile too. Let her scream out his name. He didn’t give a shit if she woke the whole staff up.
He wanted her to tip over the edge. He wanted her to be crazy with release.
He began to swirl his fingers slowly, and then faster, and he felt the moment she stilled and then collapsed. Her body shuddered with the force of sensations. Her mouth sought his as she trembled with her orgasm.
She swore once more into their kiss and then she was still, and silent. After a moment, she even pulled her lips away, so that he could see her face. And he could see reality returning, and realisation dawning. The nuances in her expression shifted gradually, just an atom at a time, but she was teetering on the brink of a panic at what had just happened.
At what had almost happened, he mentally corrected, for if he’d had the necessary protection, they would have fucked until their bodies couldn’t take any more.
She stood up quickly, her face drained of all colour. She stared at him as if he were a creature she didn’t recognise. Her expression was rich with disbelief.
Caradoc was quick. He stood up and moved toward her, his expression inscrutable. “You have nothing to regret,” he said with precision, perfectly comprehending the reason for her silence.
“Don’t I?” She snapped tartly, her anger directed inwards.
“You’re a beautiful woman. I wanted you the first moment I saw you.”
That surprised her. She lifted her gaze to his and then looked away again, when a sharp burst of electricity throbbed from him to her.
“No, you didn’t,” she said with a shake of her head. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut, as realisation dawned like a fierce sunburst that they had only met that day. Hours earlier.
She drew in a deep breath of recrimination and spun away from him. “I have never done that.”
“Let a guy please you with his hands?” He deliberately misunderstood to provoke a reaction and was rewarded by yet another shake of her head. Her hair was flame and sunshine.
“I just met you! I’ve never done anything with a man I wasn’t involved with. I can’t get involved with you.”
Caradoc was very still as he let her words sink in. A difficult mess of emotions played out in his mind. There was a strange, unwelcome sense of envy at the consideration of her previous partners. Illogical, too, for he had bedded may beautiful women in his time. But there was a frisson of warning, too, and the delicious taste of challenge that he relished.
“I don’t want to be involved with you,” he said as clearly as possible, reaching for her hand and pulling her back to face him.
