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‘You’re the one who insisted on a bed,’ she whispered against his ear, letting the warm tip of her tongue trace the curving line of its outer edge, the softness of his lobe.
Her smile grew wide as she heard his groan of sensual near-agony.
‘And I’m taking you upstairs to find you one.’
‘I don’t think I’ll make it.’
‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
She was moving as she spoke, sliding towards the first step, inching upwards so that he was forced to come with her or lose the burning contact that made her feel as if her body was melting into his.
‘I promise you a kiss for every step…’
She gave him the caress he had earned by managing to come up alongside her now.
‘There are only twelve of them. Surely you can manage that.’
His only response was another groan, making the laughter bubble in her throat.
‘Just twelve—eleven now…’
She slid up to the next level, her back against the wall, her breasts and hips brushing sinuously against him as she moved.
‘And ten…’
The number was crushed against her lips as he moved with unexpected swiftness, coming up beside her and taking the kiss she had promised.
This time she was the one who almost weakened. The one whose body sagged, whose knees nearly gave way. But he was there, so close that she could wind her arms around his neck, let her weight rest on his shoulders as somehow she managed to find the strength to climb once more.
‘Nine…’ He took the number from her.
It was whispered against her breasts, deliberately provoking, his mouth hot on the exposed flesh that curved above the low neckline of her dress, his breath whispering down inside her cleavage, curling round the hardened nipples that thrust demandingly against the rich dark fabric.
‘N-nine,’ she echoed on a broken sigh, her heart clenching just to imagine what it would feel like to have his hands where his breath had been.
His mouth.
Nine steps to go. She might just make it if they hurried. She might just last the length of time it took to reach the landing, her bedroom, without going completely mad with desire. Without screaming at him to stop delaying, to stop playing with her, and take her now .
But no one had said that she couldn’t join in the fun.
And so she bent down and pressed her own kiss on his warm and ready mouth. At the same time she stroked her fingers through his hair, slid them down over the width of his shoulders, under the edge of his collar. She felt the beat of his pulse, the warmth of his skin, and her own heart raced in reaction. Lingering deliberately, she trailed her fingers along the strong line of his throat to where his tie was tugged loose at the neck of his shirt.
‘This will need to go,’ she muttered, easing the button from its fastening, slipping her fingers in even further. ‘And this…’
‘Caitlin…’
She didn’t know if his rough-voiced use of her name was protest or encouragement but she really didn’t care. With the top two buttons undone, she trailed her fingers down the hard plane of his chest, swirled them round in the crisp hair that her touch encountered, then let them move lower.
‘Caitlin!’
She wasn’t quite aware of how he moved, how fast, how suddenly. She only knew that somehow he was beside her, his arms coming round her, swinging her up and into his grasp. There was a dangerously worrying moment when he swayed slightly and she feared that he might drop her, or fall, but it only lasted the space of an anxious heartbeat. The next second she was held firmly against him, the tensile-steel strength of his muscles supporting her easily. He looked down into her upturned face, blue, blue eyes glinting wickedly, and he grinned in fiendish triumph.
‘Eight,’ he said, moving on to the next step with a determined stride and then up again. ‘Seven. Six—five…’
With each count his steps grew faster, more resolute, taking her upwards, swift and sure, not a second’s
‘You’re the one who insisted on a bed,’ she whispered against his ear, letting the warm tip of her tongue trace the curving line of its outer edge, the softness of his lobe.
Her smile grew wide as she heard his groan of sensual near-agony.
‘And I’m taking you upstairs to find you one.’
‘I don’t think I’ll make it.’
‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
She was moving as she spoke, sliding towards the first step, inching upwards so that he was forced to come with her or lose the burning contact that made her feel as if her body was melting into his.
‘I promise you a kiss for every step…’
She gave him the caress he had earned by managing to come up alongside her now.
‘There are only twelve of them. Surely you can manage that.’
His only response was another groan, making the laughter bubble in her throat.
‘Just twelve—eleven now…’
She slid up to the next level, her back against the wall, her breasts and hips brushing sinuously against him as she moved.
‘And ten…’
The number was crushed against her lips as he moved with unexpected swiftness, coming up beside her and taking the kiss she had promised.
This time she was the one who almost weakened. The one whose body sagged, whose knees nearly gave way. But he was there, so close that she could wind her arms around his neck, let her weight rest on his shoulders as somehow she managed to find the strength to climb once more.
‘Nine…’ He took the number from her.
It was whispered against her breasts, deliberately provoking, his mouth hot on the exposed flesh that curved above the low neckline of her dress, his breath whispering down inside her cleavage, curling round the hardened nipples that thrust demandingly against the rich dark fabric.
‘N-nine,’ she echoed on a broken sigh, her heart clenching just to imagine what it would feel like to have his hands where his breath had been.
His mouth.
Nine steps to go. She might just make it if they hurried. She might just last the length of time it took to reach the landing, her bedroom, without going completely mad with desire. Without screaming at him to stop delaying, to stop playing with her, and take her now .
But no one had said that she couldn’t join in the fun.
And so she bent down and pressed her own kiss on his warm and ready mouth. At the same time she stroked her fingers through his hair, slid them down over the width of his shoulders, under the edge of his collar. She felt the beat of his pulse, the warmth of his skin, and her own heart raced in reaction. Lingering deliberately, she trailed her fingers along the strong line of his throat to where his tie was tugged loose at the neck of his shirt.
‘This will need to go,’ she muttered, easing the button from its fastening, slipping her fingers in even further. ‘And this…’
‘Caitlin…’
She didn’t know if his rough-voiced use of her name was protest or encouragement but she really didn’t care. With the top two buttons undone, she trailed her fingers down the hard plane of his chest, swirled them round in the crisp hair that her touch encountered, then let them move lower.
‘Caitlin!’
She wasn’t quite aware of how he moved, how fast, how suddenly. She only knew that somehow he was beside her, his arms coming round her, swinging her up and into his grasp. There was a dangerously worrying moment when he swayed slightly and she feared that he might drop her, or fall, but it only lasted the space of an anxious heartbeat. The next second she was held firmly against him, the tensile-steel strength of his muscles supporting her easily. He looked down into her upturned face, blue, blue eyes glinting wickedly, and he grinned in fiendish triumph.
‘Eight,’ he said, moving on to the next step with a determined stride and then up again. ‘Seven. Six—five…’
With each count his steps grew faster, more resolute, taking her upwards, swift and sure, not a second’s
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