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She nodded jerkily, grasping the beaded clutch in front of her. I leaned over her, tugging the bag free and tossed it onto a gold velvet chintz chair. My other hand worked at the pins, tugging them free gently so I didn't pull any of the long strands. Finally I unrolled the black mass, running my fingers through the silky strands, and let her hair tumble down her back.
“So beautiful,” I murmured.
She cast a glance over her shoulder. “I’m nervous as hell, Ford.”
Alarm bells rang for me. I curved my palm around her cheek, fitting her back to my chest and held her there. “Tell me you’ve done this before and I’m not pushing you in ways I shouldn’t,” I demanded, searching her stunning face.
She shook her head, and raised her eyes to meet mine. “It’s not my first time, Ford. But this isn’t something I do. You know. Hotel rooms. A wealthy man.” Her brow pinched and I held my breath waiting for the question she would inevitably ask, but the question never eventuated. “Falling in lust.”
“Is that that this is?” My heart ached at the sentiment–or lack thereof–in her speech. “Just lust?”
She laughed softly, turning to face me, linking her hands behind my neck. “What else can it be, Ford? I live here. You’re going home, halfway around the world in a few days. Lust...it’s enough?” The question tripped off her tongue and she closed her eyes on a sigh. “I’m sorry.”
I caught her chin, lifting her face back to mine. “Don’t be.” I kissed her again. “At all.” More kisses. “I feel the same damn way.” I kissed her a little hard this time, hooking my fingers under the sleeves of the velvet gown she wore and tugging gently. “If you aren’t ready for this I’d love to just hold you and fall asleep.
A total lie, but I wasn't aiming to be the asshole with every girl I met. Maybe just Jess. I pushed my conniving ex from my mind, focusing on the girl before me. Woman. Because...curves. And honey skin. And those kissable damn lips. I groaned. Gathering her into my arms, I kissed us both stupid.
When I came to my senses, we were half sprawled across the enormous bed, making out like a pair of teens.
“Come on, honey.” I slid my hands beneath Nisha’s body, grazing the curve of her hip and squeezing. “Let’s do this right.”
I drew back enough to look into her face. No way did I want to hurt this girl who’d held my shit together for me when she could barely hold herself together.
Sure, on the outside she looked all organised, seeing people she knew, taking her tours with the ferry timetables lodged in her head. But beneath that was a skittish girl who turned at every new shiny thing that dashed past...like a lost Aussie and his alpaca in the middle of the city.
A girl I was fast falling for.
“Help,” she murmured, wiggling hr hips and, it seemed, doing her damdest to torture me. “I’m stuck.”
“I can tell.” My voice came out rough, and her eyes shot to my face. “Sorry, just...you wiggle real well, beautiful.”
“I–oh.” Her lips rolled together and she looked down where she shimmied against my too-tight jeans. NIsha licked her lips. “You mean like this?” She wiggled again, and damn if I didn’t roll us both so she was on top.
My hands slid beneath her dress, teasing the curve of her ass with my fingertips. “Yeah, just like that.” I sucked in a long breath and held it, desperate to regain some sense of sanity. “Let me take this dress off you.” I flexed my hands, desperate to rip the material from her and sink balls deep, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate that side of me either.
Or maybe I was wrong, and she would.
Nisha shook her head, her black hair slinking around her shoulders with a life of its own. “No. You get to watch.”
She bit her lip as she reached around, snagging the zip. My mouth was half open to object that she couldn’t reach on her own, when the sound of its rasp filled the room.
The little minx could do that thing on her own.
A goofy-ass smile spread across my lips as I watched her shimmy out of her sleeves and begin to lower the dress like she was unwrapping the best Christmas present I’d ever gotten.
The tops of her breasts came into view, honeyed domes that left me drooling on the bed a little. I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth when she paused, looking up at me through her lashes.Out of practice my ass.
“Keep going,” I begged softly, adjusting my cock through my jeans.
Her smile bordered on pure sin as the dress fell to the floor and she stretched with her hands overhead like a kitty just waking up.
“Better?” she asked, her hips swaying in a mesmerising rhythm.
I crooked my finger at her, leaning back on the bed. “Closer.”
Her gaze fixed on me as the words I said to her today—yesterday, hells I didn’t know what day it was, I was so lost in her–she stepped forward, swinging her hips, the tips of her hair brushing the top of her gorgeous ass.
When she reached me, wearing only a thong and her heels, she swung a knee up either side of my waist and sank down on me.
