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Fuck. I clenched my hands on her hips and took over the kiss.
17
LONDON
Oh, God.
Sensation rocketed through me. I sank a hand into his silky hair and kissed Kavner Fury.
His lips were firm, and he tasted like sin.
It was hot, hard, with a whole side of wicked. I moaned, pressing into him, and stopped thinking. I wanted to forget all my discipline, and hard work, and always trying to take care of things. I wanted to feel, and I wanted to take.
Heat gathered inside me, burning hot, making everything liquid.
Kavner shifted, his clever hands sliding over me, then lifted me onto the table. I widened my legs, and he pressed between them as he kept kissing me. He made a low, masculine growl.
I felt his hard erection pressed against the juncture of my thighs. Oh, God. Pure heat balled in my belly, my chest. I slid my tongue against his.
“You taste even better than I imagined.” His voice was low, and he bit my bottom lip. I undulated against his hard body. “Better than anything.”
His hand slid up and cupped my breast. I pushed in his palm, a low hum echoing from me. “I need to touch you.” My voice was breathy.
His face was hard, his eyes filled with need. It made me realize that Kavner was usually so controlled. Oh, he smiled, he frowned, but he was only showing others what he wanted them to see.
But right here, right now, he was showing me him. What was under that sleek exterior.
“Touch me,” he said.
I opened several buttons on his shirt, and I greedily slid my hands over the skin of his chest. It was a light shade of bronze, several shades lighter than my own skin.
I kneaded the firm muscles, felt the rough beat of his heart. I flicked a finger over his nipple, and he jerked.
I felt giddy, and filled with an intoxicating sense of power. My hands were on this man, this powerful man, and it was my touch that affected him so strongly.
“If you get to touch me—” his voice was a low growl “—then I get to touch you.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His mouth moved over my jaw, down my neck. I let my head drop back, heat washing over me. He shoved my shirt off and over my head. A black-lace bra cupped my breasts.
He made a hungry sound. “Beautiful. I’ve been imagining what you look like.”
He pushed the cups down, exposing my breasts. I gasped. He stroked one nipple, back and forth, until it was a hard point. I writhed, the shock of desire flaring between my legs.
Then he leaned over and closed his mouth over my nipple.
Everything inside me was taut and hot. I felt damp heat between my thighs and my panties were drenched in a second.
His mouth wasn’t gentle. He took his time, driving me crazy.
Nothing existed. Just us, and the pleasure building between us. I felt like the slightest touch would make me come.
It was a ringing cellphone that made us both jolt.
I blinked, fighting through the thick desire, trying to get my brain working.
Reality was a mean bitch.
