not tonight, he told himself as her eyes closed briefly and a smile of relief crept over her mouth. There was no one who could come between them tonight.
‘So why the no?’
Somehow he managed to force his mouth into a lazy smile that hid his real feelings.
‘You don’t think I meant no, I don’t want this, do you? What I was trying to say is don’t let’s rush this—let’s take our time. And let’s do things properly—I want you in a bed with me, not some frantic fumble on an uncomfortable sofa.’
The explanation reassured her, he saw as the smile grew and the light came back on in her eyes. She had no more questions in her mind—for tonight.
Tomorrow, when he told her who he was and demanded access to his daughter, it would be so very different.
But tonight was tonight, he acknowledged as he kissed her lips once more and felt her immediate, unhesitating response, the way she pressed against him, the shuddering pleasure that rippled through her body.
Tonight was theirs.
And tomorrow could take care of itself.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘I REALLY think we’d be more comfortable somewhere else.’
At first Caitlin only heard the sound of the words, not registering their meaning. She was too far gone in the burn of sexuality. Too adrift in feeling to allow any other sense like hearing to function properly.
‘Caitlin?’
Yes. Whatever you want. Wherever you want.
It was what she wanted to say but her voice wouldn’t work either. She could barely open her eyes. The lids felt heavy and would only lift far enough to leave a slit through which she could make out the blur that was his face.
He had kissed her senseless. Caressed every inch of her exposed skin until she felt that her flesh was throbbing with need, and she couldn’t focus her thoughts on anything beyond the feel and taste and scent of him. She was drugged on his touch and his kisses.
And the heat and hunger that pulsed between her thighs.
‘Caitlin!’
His voice was sharper now, taut with reproof. And with something else, something that echoed the yearning hunger deep inside her.
‘I’m perfectly happy to make love to you right here if that’s the way you want it,’ he muttered in a tone that was rough with impatience. ‘But as I said, this settee is just a little cramped and I really think that the comfort of a bed…’
‘Upstairs…’
Somehow she managed to form the word this time, hating the way she had to drag her mouth from his for the few seconds it took to frame it. She wanted him so much. Every bit of him. Every touch, every taste, every scent…
‘Let’s go upstairs.’
He let her roll out from under him on the small settee, then slither to the floor. But she barely had time to land before he caught her arms and pulled her upright, his lips fastening on hers with renewed demand.
‘Upstairs,’ he echoed thickly. ‘Show me where.’
Caitlin was never quite sure how they made it out of the sitting room and into the hall. They were both walking blind, their eyes fixed on the other’s face, their lips still kissing, tasting, nipping at each other’s mouth. And yet somehow they reached the foot of the stairs, but no further. Instead he slammed her back against the wall and kissed her hard and hot, his mouth yearning, his breathing ragged.
‘Do you know what you do to me?’ he demanded. ‘How you make me feel? How much I want you?’
‘I think I can guess,’ she teased and moved with deliberately wicked provocation, rubbing the cradle of her pelvis softly on the heated hardness of his forceful erection.
‘Caitlin!’
Her name was a choking sound in his throat.
‘Do you want me to throw you on the floor and take you here and now? Because that’s what you’re risking if you don’t stop tormenting me.’
The way she was feeling she didn’t think she’d mind. She didn’t even think she’d have the strength to protest if he tried it. But still she couldn’t resist teasing him just a little bit
‘So why the no?’
Somehow he managed to force his mouth into a lazy smile that hid his real feelings.
‘You don’t think I meant no, I don’t want this, do you? What I was trying to say is don’t let’s rush this—let’s take our time. And let’s do things properly—I want you in a bed with me, not some frantic fumble on an uncomfortable sofa.’
The explanation reassured her, he saw as the smile grew and the light came back on in her eyes. She had no more questions in her mind—for tonight.
Tomorrow, when he told her who he was and demanded access to his daughter, it would be so very different.
But tonight was tonight, he acknowledged as he kissed her lips once more and felt her immediate, unhesitating response, the way she pressed against him, the shuddering pleasure that rippled through her body.
Tonight was theirs.
And tomorrow could take care of itself.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘I REALLY think we’d be more comfortable somewhere else.’
At first Caitlin only heard the sound of the words, not registering their meaning. She was too far gone in the burn of sexuality. Too adrift in feeling to allow any other sense like hearing to function properly.
‘Caitlin?’
Yes. Whatever you want. Wherever you want.
It was what she wanted to say but her voice wouldn’t work either. She could barely open her eyes. The lids felt heavy and would only lift far enough to leave a slit through which she could make out the blur that was his face.
He had kissed her senseless. Caressed every inch of her exposed skin until she felt that her flesh was throbbing with need, and she couldn’t focus her thoughts on anything beyond the feel and taste and scent of him. She was drugged on his touch and his kisses.
And the heat and hunger that pulsed between her thighs.
‘Caitlin!’
His voice was sharper now, taut with reproof. And with something else, something that echoed the yearning hunger deep inside her.
‘I’m perfectly happy to make love to you right here if that’s the way you want it,’ he muttered in a tone that was rough with impatience. ‘But as I said, this settee is just a little cramped and I really think that the comfort of a bed…’
‘Upstairs…’
Somehow she managed to form the word this time, hating the way she had to drag her mouth from his for the few seconds it took to frame it. She wanted him so much. Every bit of him. Every touch, every taste, every scent…
‘Let’s go upstairs.’
He let her roll out from under him on the small settee, then slither to the floor. But she barely had time to land before he caught her arms and pulled her upright, his lips fastening on hers with renewed demand.
‘Upstairs,’ he echoed thickly. ‘Show me where.’
Caitlin was never quite sure how they made it out of the sitting room and into the hall. They were both walking blind, their eyes fixed on the other’s face, their lips still kissing, tasting, nipping at each other’s mouth. And yet somehow they reached the foot of the stairs, but no further. Instead he slammed her back against the wall and kissed her hard and hot, his mouth yearning, his breathing ragged.
‘Do you know what you do to me?’ he demanded. ‘How you make me feel? How much I want you?’
‘I think I can guess,’ she teased and moved with deliberately wicked provocation, rubbing the cradle of her pelvis softly on the heated hardness of his forceful erection.
‘Caitlin!’
Her name was a choking sound in his throat.
‘Do you want me to throw you on the floor and take you here and now? Because that’s what you’re risking if you don’t stop tormenting me.’
The way she was feeling she didn’t think she’d mind. She didn’t even think she’d have the strength to protest if he tried it. But still she couldn’t resist teasing him just a little bit
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