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taught me anything it was that
my mother was probably right. She led her life in what looked to me like an
emotional vacuum, no hugs or kisses, just work. She skipped the emotional crap
and I was starting to realize she had a point. I’d wasted far too much of my
life waiting for a knight on a charger to rescue me. But I was a bit worried
that I fancied Dane just a teeny weeny bit too much. Which was why, however
much I wanted to run my fingers over his rippled six pack, I’d been doing my
best to keep my hands to myself.
    He twisted a lock
of my hair round his finger, the gentle tug on my scalp sending a shiver right
through my body. Then the warmth of his palm was on my head stroking down,
gathering my hair, wrapping it round his hand and the tumbling in my stomach
shot right down between my thighs and every last thought of James and his
tattoo dissolved.
    “So.” He slid down
beside me on the floor, and his fingers massaged the back of my neck in a way
that made my heart beat that bit louder and faster in my ears. “Is that a no
shags in general rule or—” I gasped as his other hand rested on my barely
covered thigh, his fingers squeezing with just the slightest pressure on skin
that was suddenly hyper-sensitive, enough to send a rush of dampness into my
knickers “—is it the no strings bit you object to, or the good bit?” His
fingers slid that little bit higher up my inner thigh and all I wanted to do
was squirm down so that they’d cover the remaining few inches.
    “I, er I…” Well, I
couldn’t speak. I felt rather than saw Sophie slide further along the sofa,
caught a glimpse of her hair as she leaned forward and unbuttoned the top of
Dane’s shirt so that she could slip her hand in. He was so close to me I could
feel his breath against my neck, my ear.
    “Just how close
are you and Sophie?” His soft lips skated lightly down my neck. All I’d ever
talked about with Dane was horses. Shoeing horses, riding horses, feeding
horses. And I’d always had my bum wrapped very securely in jodhpurs and now his
fingers were working their way up to my knickers and his mouth was sending
shivers down my neck. Me and Sophie, close? My pussy clenched at the thought, I
was too turned on to be shocked. Even though I was sure you’d call me vanilla
with a capital V.
     There was a rosy
glow spreading across my chest and it had nothing to do with the outside
temperature, or the embarrassment I was sure I should be feeling. I guess it
was a normal malereaction, given the
circumstances, for Dane to be thinking about me and Soph, but it confused the
hell out of me as my body and brain fought a battle between lust and common
sense.
    He’d stopped
maddeningly short of the top of my thighs but his fingers were still working
and it was turning me on more than I thought possible, and winding me up into
the kind of internal frenzy that normally needed ten minutes of foreplay.
    “Touch me.” I
swallowed, ran my tongue over dry lips. “Please.”
    Clever fingers
rubbed softly over my covered pussy and I couldn’t stop the quivering sigh as
my cunt clenched in anticipation. “I’d say you two make a good team—” his voice
was as soft as when he was settling a spooky horse, “—and I’d say she knows
exactly what you need.”
    “Ye…sss.” My soft
long drawn out word had nothing to do with Sophie or who was right, but
everything to do with the gentle pressure on my seam, the rub that was getting
deeper with each stroke, pressing my damp knickers between my slick pussy lips.
I looked up at him, at that familiar shock of dark hair and those intent eyes
and he paused just long enough for me to see how much he wanted me before his
mouth came down to meet mine.
    He smelled of pizza,
of sweet tomato and tangy cheese, of herbs and he smelled of sex, a weird mix
of food and lust that made my lips part and the tip of my tongue reach out to
meet his.
    “I do fancy you,
Miss Holly.” He sighed the words into my mouth, our