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resist. His muscled thighs were a mere centimetre or two from hers. Her breasts were even closer to his chest, intensifying the erotic moment. If she leaned forward a few millimetres her nipples would brush against the finely woven cotton of his shirt.
    Her awareness of him grew from deep inside her body, stirring all of her dormant senses into zinging wakefulness. Her inner core flickered with a pulse of sudden insistent need. It travelled through her, making her aware of every part of her body, all the sensitive spots and erogenous zones that secretly longed for his touches and caresses.
    Did he know how much she wanted him? Could he read it in her face? In her eyes? In her body? Could he feel it in the electrically charged atmosphere?
    His dark blue eyes were heavy lidded as they focussed on her mouth for an infinitesimal pause. She couldn’t look away if she tried. She was transfixed by the way he was poised there, as if drawing out the anticipation for as long as he could. She took another scatty little breath as his mouth came down ever so slowly towards hers....
    Nerves suddenly got the better of her. She hadn’t brushed her teeth. What if she reeked of champagne and caramel-swirl cupcakes? She wanted their first kiss to be wonderful, truly memorable. She had dreamed of it since Christmas. How could it happen now when she wasn’t even prepared? ‘A-aren’t we supposed to press the button now?’ she said.
    ‘Later,’ he said, and sliding his hands up to cup both her cheeks, he covered her mouth with his.

CHAPTER SIX
    M ARCUS   CLOSED   HIS   eyes as he touched down on the pillow softness of Juliet’s mouth. She tasted of sugar and spice and champagne, a heady cocktail unlike any he had tasted before. He pressed gently against the lush fullness of her lips, breathing in the bewitching scent of her, relishing the sweet softness of her mouth as it responded to his. Her lips were slightly parted and he took full advantage of it. He entered her mouth with a smooth glide of his tongue, slowly at first, letting her taste him, feel him. Her tongue was tentative, shy, holding back from him until he deepened the kiss. Then she found her rhythm and joined in the duel with gusto.
    Her arms looped around his neck as she stood up on tiptoe, pressing her gorgeous breasts right into his chest. He swore he could feel her nipples poking into his pectoral muscles. How he wanted to feel them in his hands, to touch and caress and taste them, to see if they were as soft and delicious as they looked behind her clothes.
    Her pelvis moved against his in an instinctive way, there was nothing forward or brazen about it. She melded against him perfectly, all of her curves fitting against all of his planes. His body responded to her closeness with a painful throb of primal need. Her soft little murmurs of approval as he kept playing with her tongue made his need all the more fervent. Uncontrollable. It pulsed through his body like a raging tide, pounding through his veins, swelling him, extending him until he was as trigger-happy as a teenager on his first date.
    He slid one of his hands around the nape of her neck, the cloud of her curly hair bouncing against the back of his hand like sprigs of fragrant summer jasmine. Her sweetness was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to devour her right here and now...except they were standing in a room with a CCTV camera documenting every movement they made to the manager and staff in the showroom outside.
    Marcus eased back from her, more than a little shocked at how difficult it was to actually do so. He didn’t like to think of himself having so little control over his impulses. Especially when he had the rest of the weekend to get through. How was he going to share that bed with her in the privacy of the suite if he couldn’t keep his hands off her when they had an audience? ‘So, you’ve decided on the mosaic one, then?’ he said with a lightness of tone he was