The Mistresses Collection. Оливия Гейтс

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СКАЧАТЬ She was sure he wouldn’t want to. She sensed the restless energy in him. ‘I really don’t—’

      ‘Yes, you do. Let’s go.’ James turned a brilliant smile on her.

      Now she really wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Because that smile had an edge. For all the intimacy they’d had earlier—the part of his history he’d shared—he seemed in a more mercurial mood than ever. More edgy and unsatisfied.

      The second they got to the lively bar James left his brothers to order drinks and gripped Caitlin’s hand, leading her to the middle of the dance floor and pulling her indecently close.

      ‘What happened to no PDA?’ Caitlin gasped, breathless at the predatory expression in his eye.

      ‘Hmm?’ James answered vaguely, too busy staring at her cleavage.

      She tugged at the top of her dress. ‘Stop it. Your thoughts are written all over your face.’

      ‘They are?’ He looked up, his eyes almost black. ‘Read them.’

      He still thought he could win a dare with her?

      She thought of the most explicit, crudest thing she could. Then found the courage to whisper it aloud in his ear.

      His jaw dropped. Then he laughed. ‘Damn, you’re a vixen.’

      She lifted her brows. ‘You can be as naughty as you like with me. As bad as you get.’

      His eyes glinted. ‘That’s what you really want?’

      ‘It always has been.’

      He tugged a swathe of her hair, so she tilted her head back. His words brushed over her lips. ‘You act all sexy, demanding siren. But the thing is...’ he leaned close ‘...that I know you’d let me do that and more. You might have been provoking, but there’s a part of you that wants exactly that. You like it when I can’t control myself.’

      Well, that was true.

      ‘A tease must be prepared to take the same,’ he warned.

      He’d broken her control time and time again already. And he knew it. But now he kept a firm grasp on her hair and kissed her.

      ‘I thought we were keeping this under wraps,’ she squeaked when he lifted his head. Hell, no one would be left in any doubt as to how well they knew each other if they’d seen that kiss.

      ‘That was until you thought you could say something like that to me out in public. You thought wrong.’ He slid his open palm all the way up her stomach, lifting higher to pluck her taut nipple.

      ‘What are you doing?’ She gasped.

      ‘Turning you on.’

      He already knew she was on.

      ‘Here? Now?’ In public?

      ‘Absolutely. It’s your punishment.’

      It didn’t feel much like a punishment.

      In the crowded club, the music thumped. In no way were they the only couple doing the bump and grind. It looked like dancing. It was dancing. Except he was expertly rubbing her just the way he knew she liked to be rubbed. And in less than thirty seconds she was hurtling to the place only he could send her.

      She stumbled. His grip tightened.

      Heat enveloped her. Her mind a haze. She no longer cared about who could see them. What his family or anyone else would think. She was with James. He was all that mattered. And she was burning up for him. He knew it. She saw the smile and satisfaction in his eyes—the blind, glazed look of escape into physical pleasure. All that did was stoke her higher. She wanted him to be happy. She wanted to give him the relief that he brought her.

      ‘Take me home,’ she begged.

      He kissed her. Bending her back so she had to cling to him, pushing her hips right into his, thrusting his hungry tongue deep into her mouth.

      His eyes glittered as he lifted his head and looked down at her. ‘Yes.’

      James didn’t care what Jack or George or anyone thought as he walked out of the club with Caitlin clamped to his side. But Jack, true brother that he was, didn’t ask, he just walked with them outside, flagged a cab and held the door open.

      ‘George and I’ll come home later.’ He closed it on them.

      In the cab, James turned towards Caitlin, needing her kiss more than he needed air. His thoughts went chaotic as she kissed him back. This was crazy. He knew this was crazy. But he needed her more than he’d ever needed any woman. He ached to find release in her arms. Since he’d told her about Louis and Pete this morning, the need had burned even more out of control.

      He’d seen people thrown together in drastic circumstances, who’d believed they’d forged a relationship so strong nothing could ever break it. But things did. Ordinary life did.

      This thing with Caitlin was too soon. Too built on sex. It was nothing more than an affair—like a schoolboy crush. His inability to think of anything other than her was symptomatic of that. A fixation that wouldn’t stand the test of time. It would fade. He couldn’t believe in it, couldn’t start to dream of all the things he’d long ago sworn to deny himself.

      But there wasn’t just lust in her eyes. Not only lascivious hunger. There was tease, yes, but also tenderness. Passion, but also patience. She was generous and gentle.

      He held her hand tightly as he walked through the quiet, dark house, taking her to his bedroom. She belonged in his bed.

      Her skin glowed, her shoulders creamy and smooth. She bared herself, touching him, offering herself—for him to use her as he wanted. He didn’t want to use her. Didn’t want to take up the dare she’d made on the dance floor. Because he wanted to touch her too, wanted to see her smile. Wanted to see her happy. More than anything.

      He shuddered as she touched him. Closed his eyes against the overwhelming burst of emotion that flared within him. Damn it.

      For an instant he tried to deny it. He didn’t want the intensity that was beginning to override their time together. He just wanted sex, right? The fun, meaningless kind. He sought nothing but satisfaction. Not any kind of connection, none of this ‘opening up’. They weren’t sharing on that level. He’d been wrong to tell her about Louis.

      He kept his eyes closed, so she was only curves and heat and softness. But there was no denying it was Caitlin. Caitlin’s sighs, Caitlin arching against him. Welcoming him. Accepting him. Holding nothing back from him—offering it all. And he couldn’t resist taking it.

      On the beach today he’d known she wouldn’t let him down—she’d listened. Accepted. And now she embraced.

      Wasn’t that why he’d told her? Because he’d known she would hold him anyway.

      He felt as if he were tearing apart. He pressed kisses to the junction of her neck and shoulder, wrapped his arms tightly about her to hold her close. She clung back—held him—as they both trembled and tumbled over the edge.

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