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Claudia knew she should be shocked, she should be scandalised, she should be outraged.
She should be trying to cover herself.
But the truth was he was eating her up with his eyes, burning up everything he touched with his gaze, and she was so turned on she could barely think straight.
‘In about ten seconds I’m going to kiss you and then I’m going to go down on you and make you scream so loudly when you come, the whole hotel will be calling the cops, and if you don’t want that then you better tell me to leave now.’
Claudia knew she did not have it in her power to tell him to leave. Yes, she should have more self-respect. He was leaving tomorrow and for him this was nothing more than slaking a thirst that had built and built and built over the months.
But she was pretty damn thirsty too and right now she’d take whatever she could get of him.
She didn’t answer him; she simply reached down and unclipped the front opening of her bra.
Luke watched her brea**sts fall free and groaned. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He fell on her, covering her with his body and kissing her into oblivion. Kisses that pulled at his groin and sank talons into the muscles of his belly. Kisses that called to a primal rhythm somewhere inside him. Kisses that wrapped a silken fist around his heart.
Kisses that tasted of pent-up desire and chocolate milk. ‘You taste amazing,’ he panted against her mouth, moving to kiss her neck. ‘God,’ he groaned, ‘here too,’ as his tongue found another sweet spot.
Claudia slid her hands up under his shirt, filling her palms with warm male flesh as she angled her neck to give him greater access. ‘Milo...spilt...’ she murmured, too far gone to string a coherent sentence together.
Luke groaned, wanting more of that. Wanting more Milo-flavoured Claudia. He pulled away slightly, reaching for the discarded glass on the side table. Claudia mewed in protest as he levered himself up and straddled her body.
‘Shh,’ he said as he settled on the tops of her thighs, scooping up a spoonful of chocolate sludge. ‘I want to eat chocolate milk off you.’ And before she could protest he lowered the spoon to the hollow at the base of her throat and upended it.
Claudia gasped, her back arching, not because it was cold or even particularly runny, but because her nipp**les beaded instantly into tight, almost painful points. And he went there next, scooping more Milo sludge from the glass and painting it on her nipples, stopping to suck it off thoroughly, reducing her to a whimpering mess before repainting them again, licking it off again and then trailing the spoon down lower. To her belly button, where he played over and over, dousing the hard little button in thick chocolaty sludge, then licking it off, dousing, then licking, dousing then licking and all the while his fingers taunting the stiff points of her nipp**les until she was almost crazy with it.
He pasted her in Milo right to the edge of her matching yellow underwear and then he was stripping her out of it and she heard the spoon tink against the glass one last time and then she felt the warm sticky ooze of it join the other slickness between her legs.
Somewhere she heard the dull thud of the glass being discarded and then Luke was settling between her thighs, using his big shoulders to push her legs wider and she opened for him shamelessly, bucking when his tongue touched her.
‘Luke,’ she gasped.
Luke held her fast as he licked every last morsel of salty, chocolaty goodness from between her legs, circling and thrusting, teasing as he went. She was so close, panting and begging him for release, but this was going to be their last time and he wanted to savour every last drop of her. He wanted to feast here as he’d done that first time with her breasts.
He wanted her to remember this for as long as she lived. He wanted to remember it as long as he lived.
So he refused to give into her wild urgings, staying right where he was until even he couldn’t wait for her to come a second longer. And pushing her over the edge was so, so easy. A few quick flicks in the right place and she screamed—exactly as he’d predicted—her release, holding his head to her and he didn’t stop, not even when she begged him to, he just held onto her hips harder and kept going until every last drop of pleasure had been wrung from her.
But even then he didn’t stop.
When he was satisfied she was thoroughly spent he was determined to give her more, revive the fire that he knew still flickered. Crawling back up her body, he reefed down his track pants and underwear, his hardness nudging all her soft heat.
Claudia’s eyes flew open and she gasped as all his delicious thickness pushed against her. Even though she was limp and exhausted, her body recognised this need on a primal level. Her back arched and she reached for his buttocks, holding him there.
