Sharon Kendrick Collection. Sharon Kendrick

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      He must have felt her stiffen, for he lifted her chin and looked down into her face, his stern expression giving way to something almost approaching disappointment as he read her sudden withdrawal.

      ‘Just what is it with you?’ he demanded, in a voice which rang with an odd, cold kind of exasperation. ‘Don’t you get turned on by straight sex any more, Romy? Is your appetite so jaded that you can only get your kicks in the most bizarre ways possible? In the lift? In the garden? And now you want us to make love for the first time on the sofa—as if we were two teenagers with nowhere to go!’

      ‘Don’t!’ she told him tightly. ‘Please don’t.’

      ‘But why not?’ he queried, in mock surprise. ‘I’m interested to hear what you have to say. Isn’t there a name for people who like making love in public places? Is that what turns you on, Romy—the fear of discovery? Does it enhance your pleasure to think that someone might stumble in on us just as you’re helplessly gasping out at the height of your orgasm? Does it?’

      The trouble was that his words—far from appalling her—were actually turning her on to a pitch that was becoming impossible to conceal.

      And Dominic noticed, too—for he gave a cynical little laugh as his eyes raked over her. He saw the blatant tightening of her nipples, outlined starkly against the rich satin of her bodice. He noticed the distracted little way she circled her hips, the way her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her eyes looked as black as hell, and he would have bet his entire fortune that if he’d snaked one of his hands all the way up her leg to her panties she would have practically begged him to remove them.

      He pushed her back onto the sofa, his eyes glittering wildly. ‘So this is how you like it, is it? Hmm? And what next? Tell me what you like best, Romy, and I’ll do it to you.’ His eyes narrowed as she made no response.

      ‘Let me guess,’ he continued inexorably. ‘You want it hard and you want it fast, right? You want me to rip your panties off and just thrust straight into you, don’t you, sweetheart? Because that’s how you like it! Greedy and rapacious—that’s what turns you on most. And, like all sexually greedy people, it’s instant gratification that you crave. The instant buzz. The quick fix. Like a take-away meal, you simply want sex to satisfy your hunger. Don’t you, Romy?’

      How she longed to slap his horrible, arrogant face and push him away. But she couldn’t. Couldn’t. His words were driving her absolutely mad with desire.

      ‘I—’ Romy sucked breath desperately into her lungs, so on fire with arousal that she could not speak. Her head flopped helplessly back against the cushions of the sofa, and her eyelids fluttered to a close.

      ‘Oh, it’s like that, is it?’ he queried softly as he saw her wriggle her hips distractedly. ‘You really do want me badly, don’t you, Romy? I think you want me to do...this...’

      Romy let out a tortured little cry as his finger alighted on the slippery surface of her bodice and almost negligently traced a line around the swollen mound of her breast.

      ‘Yes, you like that, don’t you?’ he mused.

      His finger traced feather-light little circles, and Romy almost sobbed with frustration.

      ‘Yes,’ he said, in a deep, satisfied voice. ‘I know what you like best, Romy, but you’re not going to get it.’

      Romy’s eyes flew open in genuine alarm. ‘I’m n-not?’ She stumbled over the words.

      He smiled, but Romy thought how dark and how cruel his eyes looked. ‘No, indeed. I’m going to show you that making love can be a long, slow feast which works far more keenly on the senses than a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am! And this dress,’ he mused quietly as he slipped one of the shoestring straps over her shoulder, ’is far too lovely to be ripped off.’

      ‘Dominic—’

      ‘Mmm?’

      She had meant to plead with him. To tell him to put her out of her misery. To do it quickly and get it over with. Because the long, slow, erotic coupling she suspected he had in mind was far too dangerous to contemplate. For how could she contain herself and not blurt out the ridiculously soppy words of love she was longing to say to him?

      ‘What is it, Romy?’ he questioned.

      Romy swallowed, aware that whatever she had meant to say to him it was now too late, because he was sliding the other strap of her dress down.

      She shuddered in wonder as he began to peel the bodice down over the lush swell of her breasts, laying them bare to his rapidly dilating eyes.

      ‘Not wearing a bra, I see,’ he murmured approvingly. ‘That was very naughty of you, Romy. Did you think that it would save time?’ He dipped his head to dart his tongue out at one exquisitely hardened nipple, and Romy let out a little cry of satisfaction.

      ‘I do hope you bothered to put some panties on,’ he whispered as his hand roved experimentally over her satin-covered thigh. He rucked up the material with a practised hand until he was able to slide his fingers to the top of her thigh. And when he allowed them to brush against the lace and satin Romy almost wept with delight.

      ‘Oh, you are wearing some,’ he observed. ‘That’s good. Would you like me to take them off now, or shall we wait? Or shall we leave them on, perhaps? Just push that little scrap of fabric aside and let me drive deep into you. What do you say to that, Romy?’

      She was powerless to speak; he could have done anything he wanted to right then, her body thrilling to every new touch and caress.

      Dominic was slightly surprised by her passive capitulation, even as he revelled in watching her respond to his mouth and his hands, and very soon his...

      He swallowed down his excitement. He had expected ...what? That once Romy had accepted that he meant to make love to her all night long then maybe she would demonstrate every erotic little variation on the act she must have learned over the years?

      And yet this strangely innocent reaction—so at odds with her previous behaviour—was oddly thrilling. He had her entirely in the palm of his hand. And never had a woman made him feel at once so powerful and yet so vulnerable.

      He found the zip to her gown and slid it down, pleased when he could finally peel the garment from her body and let it slither to the carpet.

      She lay there wearing nothing but her panties, her stockings and suspenders and her high-heeled bronze shoes, and Dominic had to fight very hard with himself not to take her as quickly and as brutally as he had just vowed not to.

      Sucking in a deep, hot breath of air, he managed to compose himself enough to rip the black bow-tie from his neck and drop it on top of her dress.

      Romy’s eyelids fluttered slightly.

      She was watching him; he knew that. And normally, given how much she wanted him, he would have taken great pleasure in demonstrating his control by taking as long as possible to remove his clothes.

      But suddenly his control had flown, and he was not sure that he was able to tease her by stripping, even if he wanted to.

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