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knew that one small orgasm wasn’t enough for him. He was deep inside me,
curling his fingers so that they teased my G-spot and the heat was swirling,
that liquid fire of heat that was a peak of pleasure and pain that was always
just out of reach. “Let go, Holly, let go for me.” His voice was rough, edged
with his own pleasure and his breathing was ragged and how he kept going as
Sophie sucked him I didn’t know or really care.
     His tongue
flicked at my throbbing clit, a hard sure pressure that hit a spot I didn’t
know I had and I felt the gasp, a gasp that didn’t just come from my mouth but
from my whole body and then he swore. A barely audible roar that seemed to
shake through him and I knew he was coming. He was still sucking my clit,
pulling in a way that was almost pain, his fingers tattooing inside me and I
had no choice. I had to let go and my pussy was opening up in a slow gentle
throb that I’d never felt before and he was rubbing more and more gently inside
me, sliding his fingers in and out, licking my clit as though he was never
going to stop.
    I opened my eyes
and Sophie was the first thing I saw, leaning over me, licking her lips like the
proverbial cat that got the cream. Which I assume she had.
    “Want another
beer?”
    “Idiot.” Dane
levered himself up on one elbow and kissed the tip of her nose, then he slowly
drew his fingers from their sticky spot and bent to kiss me on the lips.
     

Chapter Three
    A man in a pinny
isn’t necessarily a turn on. A naked man, with his back turned to you and a
perfectly toned ass is. Just saying. It was the smell of coffee and bacon that
had got me out of bed. Coffee is one of the few things I count as essential in
life, and the smell of bacon crisping first thing in the morning, well, I
wouldn’t say no.
    “Sleep well?” He
turned just enough to flash a smile at me, but it wasn’t the white teeth that
grabbed my attention, it was his chin darkened with stubble. I was staring, I
must stop staring.
    “Yeah.” The last
time I’d got up to find a man in the kitchen was a long time ago. James
understood a loaf of bread and a lump of cheese, which he’d cut into precision
slices, but that was about the limit of his interest. And no way would he
venture out of the bedroom dressed in, well nothing. What was I supposed to do
now?
    “Grab a stool,
it’s nearly ready.”
    He’d read my mind.
Stated the obvious, but the obvious was good. Normal.
    “Did you sleep?” I
had told myself I wasn’t going to ask, in case I didn’t like the answer, but I
couldn’t help it. I never was very good at hiding what was on my mind.
    “Not really, that
sofa is about a foot too short.” Ah, so that answered that. He pushed a mug of
coffee across the breakfast bar. “Is sleepyhead Sophie awake yet?”
    “Not heard any
noises from the spare room yet.” I could have been mistaken but I could swear
his face relaxed a bit. So he’d got questions too. But was he worried that he’d
been missing out on a girlie fest, or was this sharing thing strange for him
too? “She doesn’t really like mornings.”
    “Nope, bit of a
night owl.” He touched the back of my hand with the tip of his finger and I
glanced up straight into serious eyes. “From what I remember.”
    “We’re—” the
coffee was good, hot but nice and strong so that I got a hit of caffeine almost
before the liquid reached my throat. “—skating round things a bit aren’t we?”
There, I just can’t leave something alone until I know. He leaned in a bit
closer so that I could smell that fresh morning shower smell and kissed me so
gently on the lips that my heart gave a funny flip.
    “Eat breakfast
then we’ll stop skating.” I half wanted to say stop, talk, I need to know
what we’re doing before the moment went, but he was putting eggs and bacon
on plates and it smelled so good my stomach started to do a jungle rumble. He
put a plate in front of me, soft bread bap topped with crispy bacon and