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Rachel.
There could have been more but he had not made the effort—not that there was much effort involved. He had the number on his phone of a young politician who was attractive, ambitious and discreet. She had a busy schedule, was opposed to cumbersome emotional baggage, and her Brussels base was an advantage, not a problem.
‘Here she comes. E-E-E-Evie.’ If the sniggered whisper was loud enough for him, the odds were that Evie had heard it too.
Draco slid the phone back into his pocket as he felt a sudden rush of anger. If he had paused to think, he would have been surprised by the white-hot intensity of it, but he didn’t pause. Instead he stepped out of the shadows where two strides brought him to Eve’s side. Without a word he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her towards him.
Soft and warm, she collided with him, her gentle curves fitting perfectly into the angles of his body.
She was too shocked to even cry out; her eyes flew wide, her pupils dilating dramatically as she looked up into the face of the man who held her. She let out a tiny fluttery sigh, stiffening as almost casually he slid his free hand around her waist, his fingers spreading across her ribcage from her waist to just beneath her breast, possessively, as if he had the right.
‘What are you doing?’ The question proved her brain was working… The rest of her body she wrote off, as it was clearly reacting independently. The heat that made her skin burn was seeping into her blood, so that she felt light-headed, and the sensual fog in her brain made it hard to think—so she just stopped trying.
Why bother when it was a fight she was going to lose? Because she really wanted to taste him, and it was all she could think about.
He bent in closer, brushing her cheek with his lips, holding her eyes all the time. His stare was hypnotic; she couldn’t have broken eye contact even if she’d wanted to and there was a big…no, a massive question mark over that.
‘I’m going to kiss you—are you all right with that?’
No
…one word, how hard was that? That’s all you have to say, she told herself firmly.
‘Someone will see,’ she whispered instead.
‘They’re meant to, so shut up,
cara
, and don’t have another panic attack.’
The comment roused Eve to lethargic indignation. ‘I don’t have panic attacks. Let me go!’ It was weak and way overdue, but at least she’d made a protest—she could tell herself later
I tried to stop him.
Man up, Eve, take responsibility—you want this.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Draco?’ Saying his name had been a mistake as suddenly everything seemed intimate, more personal.
‘Relax and don’t hit me; we have an audience. I am once and for all going to lay to rest any doubts about your sexuality.’ He touched the side of her jaw. ‘Don’t look.’
She lifted her gaze to his, and the dark passion-glazed look in her eyes sent a surge of power through his veins.
‘Look where?’ She could no longer pretend she wanted to look at anything but him.
Her voice had dropped a sexy octave, the sound possessing a tactile quality that made him hungry to feel her small hands on his skin…exploring…
‘Do you have doubts about my s-sexuality?’
‘Not a one,’ he said against her lips. ‘I hate the idea of you stuttering for anyone else.’
Her stutter was the bane of her existence and he was acting as though it were a gift! ‘You don’t have to do this.’ But of course if he didn’t she might die, although to the women watching them she knew it already looked as though they were kissing. ‘I really don’t care what they think.’ But it might be nice to wipe the smiles off their smug faces.
‘Actually I
do
have to do this,’ he muttered raggedly.
They were both breathing so fast she could not separate the sounds or even the heartbeats. She gave a little nod, her breathless moan of anticipation barely audible.
‘I have wanted to kiss you since this morning
There could have been more but he had not made the effort—not that there was much effort involved. He had the number on his phone of a young politician who was attractive, ambitious and discreet. She had a busy schedule, was opposed to cumbersome emotional baggage, and her Brussels base was an advantage, not a problem.
‘Here she comes. E-E-E-Evie.’ If the sniggered whisper was loud enough for him, the odds were that Evie had heard it too.
Draco slid the phone back into his pocket as he felt a sudden rush of anger. If he had paused to think, he would have been surprised by the white-hot intensity of it, but he didn’t pause. Instead he stepped out of the shadows where two strides brought him to Eve’s side. Without a word he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her towards him.
Soft and warm, she collided with him, her gentle curves fitting perfectly into the angles of his body.
She was too shocked to even cry out; her eyes flew wide, her pupils dilating dramatically as she looked up into the face of the man who held her. She let out a tiny fluttery sigh, stiffening as almost casually he slid his free hand around her waist, his fingers spreading across her ribcage from her waist to just beneath her breast, possessively, as if he had the right.
‘What are you doing?’ The question proved her brain was working… The rest of her body she wrote off, as it was clearly reacting independently. The heat that made her skin burn was seeping into her blood, so that she felt light-headed, and the sensual fog in her brain made it hard to think—so she just stopped trying.
Why bother when it was a fight she was going to lose? Because she really wanted to taste him, and it was all she could think about.
He bent in closer, brushing her cheek with his lips, holding her eyes all the time. His stare was hypnotic; she couldn’t have broken eye contact even if she’d wanted to and there was a big…no, a massive question mark over that.
‘I’m going to kiss you—are you all right with that?’
No
…one word, how hard was that? That’s all you have to say, she told herself firmly.
‘Someone will see,’ she whispered instead.
‘They’re meant to, so shut up,
cara
, and don’t have another panic attack.’
The comment roused Eve to lethargic indignation. ‘I don’t have panic attacks. Let me go!’ It was weak and way overdue, but at least she’d made a protest—she could tell herself later
I tried to stop him.
Man up, Eve, take responsibility—you want this.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Draco?’ Saying his name had been a mistake as suddenly everything seemed intimate, more personal.
‘Relax and don’t hit me; we have an audience. I am once and for all going to lay to rest any doubts about your sexuality.’ He touched the side of her jaw. ‘Don’t look.’
She lifted her gaze to his, and the dark passion-glazed look in her eyes sent a surge of power through his veins.
‘Look where?’ She could no longer pretend she wanted to look at anything but him.
Her voice had dropped a sexy octave, the sound possessing a tactile quality that made him hungry to feel her small hands on his skin…exploring…
‘Do you have doubts about my s-sexuality?’
‘Not a one,’ he said against her lips. ‘I hate the idea of you stuttering for anyone else.’
Her stutter was the bane of her existence and he was acting as though it were a gift! ‘You don’t have to do this.’ But of course if he didn’t she might die, although to the women watching them she knew it already looked as though they were kissing. ‘I really don’t care what they think.’ But it might be nice to wipe the smiles off their smug faces.
‘Actually I
do
have to do this,’ he muttered raggedly.
They were both breathing so fast she could not separate the sounds or even the heartbeats. She gave a little nod, her breathless moan of anticipation barely audible.
‘I have wanted to kiss you since this morning
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