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longing up inside her.
    She could feel his erection beneath her thighs and was flattered. Scott was gorgeous and there were lots of hot girls in Verbier who’d kill to be where she was sitting right now. She’d heard enough stories over the past few weeks to know he was making an exception for her. Just thinking about that turned her on even more.
    Her head span, being desired was a pretty potent cocktail. It was oh so tempting to let go, to relax for just a few minutes.
    When was the last time I really enjoyed myself? Or felt truly relaxed?
    She didn't know if the hyper-vigilance had ever truly left her.
    ‘Would you like me to kiss you Holly?’ His question cut through her thoughts. It was time for her mind to catch up with her body.
    ‘Yes, I’d like you to kiss me. But I can’t have, well, I can’t have you know, sex with you not here, not now…’ she mumbled, mortified, wishing a trap door would open to swallow her up.
    ‘That’s cool. The door's locked. No one will come in. Let me help you relax.’
    His touch ripped through her last shred of restraint.
    ‘Okay.’ She nodded, her breath catching at the top of her chest as his hand found the hem of her skirt, slid underneath and trailed up her thigh. He traced the edge of her hold ups, tickling and stroking. She gasped as he tickled the bare sensitive flesh at the top of her thigh before caressing the silk fabric of her knickers in a way that made all the breath leave her body.
    This should feel too fast, I ought to be protesting … But this is soooo good!
    He had her in thrall, wondering what he’d do next, willing to do pretty much anything he asked.
    While he stroked the strip of fabric between her legs his mouth found hers and a firm tongue slid between her lips, boldly exploring. Her tongue met his, tasting him hungrily and rough stubble grazed her cheek. The friction of rough against smooth sent a delicious dart of pleasure through her body. Her legs edged further apart, silently begging Scott to touch her.
    Please go under the silk. Strip me, touch me, and make me come…
    She squirmed and pressed herself against his hand, wanting him but not bold enough to say what she really wanted. Tentatively she reached across to his jeans to caress him but he pushed her hand away.
    ‘No, not now,’ he murmured. ‘Just relax, Holly. Lie back.’
    She obeyed him. Lying back across his lap, she let him push her skirt up around her hips, allowed him to part her thighs with his fingers.
    More aroused than she’d ever been before, she squirmed and sighed. He tugged at the buttons of her white shirt and stroked her breasts through their pale pink lacy cups, making her nipples stiffen against the palms of his hands.
    ‘Pink and lacy. I was right.’ He announced triumphantly before lowering his mouth to her breasts.
    She forgave him for being smug as he kissed and gently nipped her nipples through the lacy bra. Was this what he meant when he’d said he would kiss her? She moaned, wriggling and squirming on his lap, parting her legs a little wider, wanting him to go lower.
    Needing him to touch her.
    ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered and as though he’d read her mind he stroked a hand down to her stomach, reaching her knickers. He traced rhythmic circles on the surface of the fabric until she was so wet for him she couldn’t bear it any more.
    ‘Please,’ she groaned, arching up under his hand. He laughed.
    ‘Sure.’ He slid two fingers under the elastic and plunged them inside her, thrusting as he kissed her again. Pressure built up between her legs and she writhed against his fingers, wanting more.
    ‘Hang on…’ He pulled away from her, his breathing ragged and his eyes dark with lust. Standing up he pushed her back onto the buttery-soft leather and deftly positioning her close to the edge of the chair. Tension vibrated on the air as she waited, still reeling from his caresses.
    The only sound in the room was their breathing, Scott exhaling