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hungry, impatient urgency. Her hair was like silk as he curled his fingers into its tousled length.
Agatha stepped from fantasy to reality and was lost. This moment had been the fodder for a thousand dreams—a
million
dreams! A rush of heady, surreal intensity raced through her body with cyclonic force and she felt a wetness between her legs that made her want to rub her thighs together restlessly. Was this really happening? His mouth on hers was explosive, and she surrendered to it with a whimper of pleasure, her hands pulling him towards her and her body moulding against his as they fell back on the sofa.
Always in control of any situation with a woman, Luc found himself in the novel place of losing all control.
‘You’re not in a good place at the moment,’ he murmured, striving to insert some rationality.
‘Don’t talk. Please don’t talk. I…I want it. I want you.’ She exulted in the feel of his muscled body as she shamelessly weaved her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers along the hard planes of his chest. The fantasy had been gentle and dreamlike. The reality was ferocious, dramaticand mind-blowing. Her body had parted company with her brain and common sense was being dragged along in the wake of a surging need that had swelled to an irresistible force in the space of seconds.
He shifted against her and the feel of his erection pushing hard against her stomach brought a responding need pooling like honey inside her.
‘Let’s go to the bedroom,’ she half-moaned, half-pleaded.
If there was a fractional hesitation, Agatha didn’t see it. Her eyes were half-closed and her body was in meltdown. She groaned feverishly when he eased himself off the sofa, taking her with him and laughing softly under his breath when she told him that she was too heavy to be lifted.
‘How weak do you think I am?’ he asked hoarsely, settling her on the bed, and then standing to appreciate the sight of her rumpled sexiness. But not for long. He couldn’t shed his clothes fast enough, and he couldn’t get enough of the way she was watching him, her eyes shy and greedy at the same time. It was the biggest turn-on he had ever had.
A shard of common sense prompted him to ask, ‘Are you sure about this?’
Her nod was the only encouragement he needed.
CHAPTER FOUR
L UC looked appreciatively at the woman lying on the bed in front of him—warm, willing and wide-eyed. The force of his craving slammed into him with the unstoppable power of a runaway train. He seriously couldn’t remember the last time a woman had provoked an urgent response like this. Was it true that variety was the spice of life? Had he become too accustomed to that Western view of beauty which dictated that it came only in a long, thin package? He didn’t know and he didn’t stop to analyse his body’s unusual response.
His natural instinct took over and he shed the remainder of his clothes, making sure to take his time, to pace himself, enjoying her absorption in the details of his nudity.
When he sank onto the bed next to her, she trembled and released a soft, yearning sigh.
‘You’re beautiful,’ Luc imparted in a voice that was rich, deep and unbearably erotic.
‘That’s not what you said before.’
‘Your clothes don’t do you justice.’
‘I’m not thin enough,’ Agatha felt compelled to point out, heady and exultant to be living a dream she had always considered out of reach, and he groaned in response as he gently began to ease her out of her top.
‘I’m beginning to think that thinness is a much-overrated virtue,’ he growled huskily as he feathered a finger along theinside of her bra strap, curving it along the soft fullness of her breast and watching in fascination as her nipple tightened under the lace.
Without completing the manoeuvre of taking off the bra, he instead chose to flick his tongue against her nipple as it struggled to peep out from between the swirls of lace. She writhed against him and he had to
Agatha stepped from fantasy to reality and was lost. This moment had been the fodder for a thousand dreams—a
million
dreams! A rush of heady, surreal intensity raced through her body with cyclonic force and she felt a wetness between her legs that made her want to rub her thighs together restlessly. Was this really happening? His mouth on hers was explosive, and she surrendered to it with a whimper of pleasure, her hands pulling him towards her and her body moulding against his as they fell back on the sofa.
Always in control of any situation with a woman, Luc found himself in the novel place of losing all control.
‘You’re not in a good place at the moment,’ he murmured, striving to insert some rationality.
‘Don’t talk. Please don’t talk. I…I want it. I want you.’ She exulted in the feel of his muscled body as she shamelessly weaved her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers along the hard planes of his chest. The fantasy had been gentle and dreamlike. The reality was ferocious, dramaticand mind-blowing. Her body had parted company with her brain and common sense was being dragged along in the wake of a surging need that had swelled to an irresistible force in the space of seconds.
He shifted against her and the feel of his erection pushing hard against her stomach brought a responding need pooling like honey inside her.
‘Let’s go to the bedroom,’ she half-moaned, half-pleaded.
If there was a fractional hesitation, Agatha didn’t see it. Her eyes were half-closed and her body was in meltdown. She groaned feverishly when he eased himself off the sofa, taking her with him and laughing softly under his breath when she told him that she was too heavy to be lifted.
‘How weak do you think I am?’ he asked hoarsely, settling her on the bed, and then standing to appreciate the sight of her rumpled sexiness. But not for long. He couldn’t shed his clothes fast enough, and he couldn’t get enough of the way she was watching him, her eyes shy and greedy at the same time. It was the biggest turn-on he had ever had.
A shard of common sense prompted him to ask, ‘Are you sure about this?’
Her nod was the only encouragement he needed.
CHAPTER FOUR
L UC looked appreciatively at the woman lying on the bed in front of him—warm, willing and wide-eyed. The force of his craving slammed into him with the unstoppable power of a runaway train. He seriously couldn’t remember the last time a woman had provoked an urgent response like this. Was it true that variety was the spice of life? Had he become too accustomed to that Western view of beauty which dictated that it came only in a long, thin package? He didn’t know and he didn’t stop to analyse his body’s unusual response.
His natural instinct took over and he shed the remainder of his clothes, making sure to take his time, to pace himself, enjoying her absorption in the details of his nudity.
When he sank onto the bed next to her, she trembled and released a soft, yearning sigh.
‘You’re beautiful,’ Luc imparted in a voice that was rich, deep and unbearably erotic.
‘That’s not what you said before.’
‘Your clothes don’t do you justice.’
‘I’m not thin enough,’ Agatha felt compelled to point out, heady and exultant to be living a dream she had always considered out of reach, and he groaned in response as he gently began to ease her out of her top.
‘I’m beginning to think that thinness is a much-overrated virtue,’ he growled huskily as he feathered a finger along theinside of her bra strap, curving it along the soft fullness of her breast and watching in fascination as her nipple tightened under the lace.
Without completing the manoeuvre of taking off the bra, he instead chose to flick his tongue against her nipple as it struggled to peep out from between the swirls of lace. She writhed against him and he had to
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