The Morning After the Night Before. Nikki Logan
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Название: The Morning After the Night Before
Автор: Nikki Logan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern Tempted
isbn: 9781472017765
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It was only when she fell backwards onto her tiny bed that she realised something other than their lips had been moving.
‘How do you sleep on this thing?’ Harry gritted between kisses, settling himself awkwardly over her.
She gasped for air. ‘Badly.’
Then it was all about the kissing again. And the promised groping. Pretty darned good groping, really. The kind of flesh massage that made an A-cup girl feel like a supermodel. She returned the favour, grinding herself into his hip until the heat billowing out from between put their clothes at risk of spontaneous combustion.
Harry sorted that. Within a minute they were both shirtless and the only danger was the threat of friction burns on flesh as they pressed hot and hard against each other.
And then, out of nowhere, he announced, ‘This isn’t working.’
Every minor rejection she’d ever had in her life congealed into an aching ball midway down her chest.
Of course he wasn’t actually interested, she jeered at herself. Why would he be?
She reached for the edges of a blouse she no longer wore to pull them over her lace-covered breasts. But before she could do more than half shrivel at the finality of his tone, Harry pulled her to her feet, exchanged positions and then drew her back down with him.
On him.
She had no choice but to straddle his hips.
Oh … right!
Power surged through her as she stretched astride all that hard bare flesh, his eyes and hands roaming all over her torso, and then fell forward to pick up the kissing where they’d left off.
‘You’re very good at this,’ she breathed as he sucked torturously on her ear lobe.
‘Thank you,’ he murmured against her neck.
Not quite ‘ditto’ but infinitely better than ‘practice makes perfect’ and so she’d take it.
The kissing went on for hours. Surely hours must have passed, possibly days. London might have sunk away into the Thames and been rebuilt on stilts while they were kissing.
‘Iz, maybe we should slow it down a bit?’
His voice sounded pained and it occurred to her that maybe he was in physical discomfort. Certainly he had reason to be. She ground her pelvis against him in sympathy and whatever he’d been about to say next turned into an unintelligible gargle.
She’d done it to torture him, but all it did was add a burning kind of need to the pressure ache already resident between her own legs. As she repositioned herself more comfortably on him, she thought about her half handful of post-school partners, who’d ranged from eager but inexperienced to accomplished but in it for themselves. Yet, here she was closer to completion with a virtual stranger faster and more surely than any of them had ever inspired.
And in the next heartbeat, she decided how very much she wanted to see if Harry Mitchell was everything he thought he was.
And the decision was liberating.
‘We’re not stopping,’ she announced between heavy breaths.
Harry’s eyes blazed hot and dark back up at her. ‘Okay.’
Her hands reached behind her but paused at the snaps to one of Agent Provocateur’s most artful and clever lingerie pieces. ‘And you’re spending the night.’
‘Roger.’
Izzy took a breath, knowing what would happen to her slight cleavage the moment she removed the magic suspension. Knowing disappointment would probably stain Harry’s hot gaze when he saw he’d been taken in by false advertising. But this was a one-night stand and he was getting laid and—PS—she didn’t owe him anything. Least of all pendulous breasts.
She flicked the bra free. ‘And you’re going to show me whether you’re worth all your own hype.’
The devil grinned back at her and, bless him, if he didn’t keep his eyes fixed to hers even though a pair of boobs was now on offer. Secret points for that.
‘Abso-frigging-lutely.’
Izzy pressed up on her knees slightly and then reached down between them, fussing at his belt.
‘Look at that,’ she purred. ‘Something we finally agree on.’
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