Hot-Shot Surgeon, Cinderella Bride. Alison Roberts

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      It was some time before he registered what his fingers, rather than his lips and tongue, were aware of.

      ‘Your hair,’ he said in amazement. ‘It’s real.’

      She laughed. ‘Of course it is.’

      He smiled back at her. He wanted to make her laugh again because it was such a gorgeous sound. ‘Mine isn’t.’

      It worked. ‘I should hope not.’ Then her face stilled. ‘Take it off,’ she whispered. ‘I want to feel you. Take off the wig. And this—’ She touched the moustache that was already half detached after their kisses.

      She didn’t seem to mind that his own hair was flattened and damp from the wig. Or that his chin felt rough because he hadn’t shaved before sticking on that silly beard. Her hands shaped his head, and the pressure brought his lips back to hers for an even more intense kiss.

      Tony had to slow things down. He wanted her right now. To pull up the acres of fabric in that dress and take her here, against the wall. But he’d promised to take care of her, hadn’t he? And even if he hadn’t made that promise, he wouldn’t want to rush this. It was too special.

      He dragged his mouth from hers, but he couldn’t pull right back. He kissed the corner of her mouth. Then her jaw and her neck. She tilted her head back in response to his touch, and the gasp as he trailed his kisses down to the pale flesh rounded over the top of her corset made him utter a sound that was unfamiliar to his own ears.

      A primal sound of pure need.

      His fingers fumbled with the string at the front of her bodice and then her hands joined his, making deft, sure movements that undid the knot and loosened the lace. And all the time her fingers worked under his, her eyes held his gaze. Tony thought he was going to drown in the deep blue depths. In the desire he could see that so clearly matched his own.

      Then the laces were undone and her breasts were free and his hands could hold them and he could bend his head and touch his tongue to nipples as hard as buttons.

      And he was lost.

      Completely and utterly lost.

      Kelly wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a very long time since she’d been with a man—and she’d never been with anyone as far out of her league as Tony Grimshaw.

      Maybe that was why it felt like a first time.

      Or maybe it was because this man made her feel different. Every touch made her ache for more, but even the combination of long abstinence on her part and gentleness and strength on his part, overlying the undeniable expertise of his lovemaking, couldn’t explain why this felt so different.

      He seemed to know her body. Just where to touch her and how. With his lips, his tongue, his teeth. His hands and his fingertips. His eyes! The way he looked at her body as he uncovered it. The way he held her gaze as he stripped off his own clothing.

      And his focus. He’d stopped talking and asking awkward questions when she had wanted to dance, and now there seemed no need for any words at all. With the costumes that represented the first chapters of this fairytale lying puddled on the floor, Tony scooped Kelly into his arms and carried her to the massive bed, softly illuminated by discreet lamps.

      He laid her down, took a condom from the drawer in the bedside cabinet and then knelt over her on the bed.

      There was no going back now. Even if escape had been offered, Kelly would have been totally unable to accept. She looked at the beautiful body of the man she was with. The hard lines of muscle. The faint smudges of dark hair. The size of him in more ways than the obvious. Because Kelly could sense his generosity of spirit. His ability to care.

      That recognition took her breath away.

      She was completely lost. She held up her arms to welcome him, but he didn’t return her faintly tentative smile. His face was so serious, so intent, she experienced a moment of fear that made her heart stop and then thump painfully hard.

      He caught her wrists and lowered her arms until he was holding them, crossed over her head. He transferred both wrists easily to one hand and then, as he bent his mouth to hers, his free hand slipped the curtain of her long hair from where it covered her breast. Gentle fingers traced her neck, along her collarbone, and then dipped to come up from beneath her breast and skim her nipple.

      The shaft of exquisite sensation made Kelly gasp, and he raised his mouth from hers, releasing her wrists and using both hands to touch her as his lips took over from his fingers on her breast. But only for a heartbeat. His mouth kept moving, his tongue finding her belly button and then leaving a line of fire as it tracked further down.

      She left her arms where they were, above her head, and lay still for as long as possible. But with the first sweep of his tongue on that tiny nub of hidden flesh she came—with a shudder and a groan of disbelief. She had to touch him then. To try and give back some of the magic that was dusting this incredible night.

      She cried out again later, when he finally entered her and they began a whole new dance. And when she held him after his own shuddering climax she could feel the same kind of wonder emanating from him. And it felt as if she was touching his soul.

      It was a night she never wanted to end, but of course it had to.

      The magic was fading when Tony finally fell asleep, one arm flung above his head, the other holding Kelly close to his side. But the luxury of falling asleep and then waking to make love yet again was one Kelly couldn’t afford. With the first fingers of light reaching into the velvety darkness in the corners of the room, she eased herself from the bed so stealthily that Tony did nothing more than take a deeper breath.

      She put the dress back on, but its magic had also evaporated and Kelly could feel reality kicking in. It felt wrong to be dressed like this.

      Wrong to have just spent a night having the most astonishingly wonderful sex imaginable?

      No.

      Kelly took one last, long look at the man sprawled on the bed, deeply asleep.

      Something that had felt so right couldn’t be wrong.

      Softly, she kissed her fingertips and blew the kiss towards the man who still didn’t know who she was.

      Or anything about the life she was about to step back into.

      And that was the way it had to be.

      The truth would only tarnish the fairytale, and Kelly wanted to keep it exactly the way it was.

      Perfect.

      CHAPTER THREE

      ‘YOU’RE in luck, Kelly, love. They’re short in ED today.’

      ‘Cool. Thanks, Elsie.’ Kelly was still tucking the long coil of her braid under the elastic band of the oversized shower-cap-type hat that was part of her uniform. ‘For the whole shift?’

      ‘Yep.’ Elsie was giving her a curious look. ‘I thought you’d be rapt. Isn’t Emergency your favourite place?’

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