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She couldn’t face giving him the truth, yet he wasn’t going to let her go without an explanation, that much was clear.
You could distract him.
A wave of heat went through her, warming up her numb extremities, stealing away the pain around her heart, and all she could think about was that he wasn’t the only one who needed to be distracted. She did too.
So before she was even conscious of moving, Winifred had got to her feet and had taken a step forward, getting close to him. Then she put a hand on his chest, her palm flat against the warm cotton of his T-shirt, and looked up into his eyes.
His gaze flared, first with surprise and then with an instant and obvious heat, making her breath catch.
Then there was a moment of silence, a moment when the very air around them seem to burn with the force of their attraction.
She shouldn’t do this. It was a mistake. Yet she’d made so many mistakes already, what was one more? She wanted him. She wanted his warmth and his touch. She wanted to be close to him in the only way they probably ever would be.
You’re still a coward.
‘Freddie,’ Augustine murmured, his fingers closing around her wrist. ‘This is not a good—’
But she didn’t let him finish. Instead she closed her fingers into a fist in the material of his T-shirt and pulled him down so her mouth met his, drowning out the voices in her head.
There was a second of stillness, where she felt his whole body tense with surprise, and she knew if she didn’t do something more, he’d pull away, continue with his relentless questioning. And she’d have to tell him. She’d be forced to reveal all the lies she’d told him, and then he’d understand what kind of woman she was. A liar. A thief. A murderer.
She couldn’t do that. She wasn’t ready.
If it hadn’t been for that night, she wouldn’t have known what to do, because virgin that she was, she’d no experience. But he’d taught her many things that night. Such as what he liked and where to touch him, and how hard. How fast.
So she used what she’d learned, sliding her tongue into the heat of his mouth, tasting him at the same time as she reached down with her free hand to the front of his jeans, cupping him through the denim.
He was hard beneath her hand and hot, and big, pressing against her palm. Her breath caught, the familiar feel of him and his scent igniting her own smouldering need.
It had been so long since that night. Eons. And she was so tired. The last three months had been torture, she could admit that now. Having to guard herself, watch herself. Wondering if now would be the day he’d discover her secret and bring everything crashing down.
Well, now he knew. And it seemed he still remembered that night as well as she, judging from the response of his body.
Ithadbeen heat in his eyes she’d seen on the plane.
He wanted her. She could feel it.
She kissed him harder, closing her fingers around the hard length of him behind the denim, pressing her body against his, suddenly desperate. She wanted him to forget all about this; she wanted to forget about it herself. She wanted to give him pleasure to make up for the lies she’d told him.
He deserves better than this. He deserves better than you.
He did. But judging by his body’s response, he was quite happy to settle for her.
Yet he didn’t move and she was just beginning to feel despair at her own foolish choices, when abruptly his fingers plunged into her hair and closed into a fist, holding her tight. Then his other hand found the small of her back and settled there, pressing her hard against him.
His body was hot, like a furnace, and his mouth turned hungry, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her, explore her. She groaned, melting against him in relief, her fingers still curled in his T-shirt.
Yes, she wanted this. She wanted him. Fear had been with her for so long and now he knew, she could relax.
He kissed her with an intensity that stole her breath, ravaging her mouth as if he was starving, and she could tell, even with her limited experience, that he’d been thinking of that night for three months just as she had. Wanting more, just as she did.
His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, the hand at her back sliding down, curving over her bottom and fitting her hips to his, pressing the hard length of his erection to the hot, desperate place between her thighs.
She gasped, shifting against him, restless and hungry and wanting.
He made a growling sound deep in his throat and then she was down on the floor, on her back, his hands tearing open her blouse, shoving aside the sturdy cotton of her bra, baring her. His dark head bent, the strands of gold in his hair lost in the dimness of the room, and his mouth was at her throat, burning where her pulse beat frantically. Then it moved further down, over the curves of her breasts to her sensitive nipples. His lips closed around one tight peak and he sucked hard, making her groan as sensation sent bolts of lightning throughout her entire body.
All thought had gone. There was only this moment and his hands, his mouth, and the pleasure he gave her. She’d built such a lovely little life for herself here in Isavere. It was safe and secure, but it was also lonely.
