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entice attention rather than for any
more practical purposes. He cupped his hand over her sex, feeling the heat of
her through the transparent material. Then he kissed her where his hand had
been, a sort of breathy kiss that spread heat and promise into her, making her
gasp with pleasure and anticipation.
    Her pulled her down onto her knees and kissed her breasts
through the protective lace of her undergarment. Eager to free her from its
confines, he searched in vain for the usual lacings and buttons.
    ‘At the back,’ Errin whispered urgently.
    Richard’s fingers wrestled with the unfamiliar fastening.
‘Damnation! A locksmith would struggle to gain entry,’ he muttered impatiently.
‘If this is progress, you can keep it!’ He yanked at the unyielding clasp, then
resorted to brute force. The expensive froth surrendered with something
resembling a sigh. With a growl of satisfaction Richard fastened his mouth onto
Errin’s nipple.
    A hot, jagged jolt of pleasure seared through her as she in
turn fumbled for the fastenings of Richard’s pantaloons. He made to push her
hands aside to help her. ‘I can manage,’ she muttered, determined to exert some
element of equality. Her fingers encountered a button. She undid it, and then
another and another, and slid her hand inside, wrapping it around the solid
length of him, making them both gasp—he with pleasure, she with
satisfaction.
    She stroked him, relishing the fact that her doing so took him
by surprise. She stroked him again, enjoying the pleasure she was giving every
bit as much as much as the pleasure she was experiencing. That was new. Her
thumb flicked over the sensitive tip of his shaft, making him moan again, and
she felt the hot, damp heat between her own thighs increase.
    Richard stilled her hand. His fingers edged under the lacy trim
of her knickers to stroke and dip, his mouth sucking and tugging hungrily at her
engorged nipple. Her climax was building quickly, too quickly. She didn’t want
it to be over, not yet. ‘Wait,’ she said pleadingly.
    But he shook his head, pushed her onto her back, ripping off
the remainder of his own clothes as he did so, and Errin gave up any pretence of
control. She lay on the carpet under him, looking up unashamedly at his
nakedness. Skin unexpectedly pale, as if it never saw the sun. His muscles had
not the prominence of a man who worked out, yet they were there all the same, an
integral part of him, built for power rather than show. A smattering of dark
hair on his forearms and on the broad sweep of his chest, a thin line tapering
down over the flat of his stomach to his lower abdomen, where his erection
jutted up. Like the rest of him, solid and hard and potent. She had never
considered the male body beautiful but this man, although not perfect in the
style of a stylish men’s magazine cover, made for compulsive viewing
nonetheless. She wanted every thick, hard inch of him inside her. And soon. Her
insides seemed to twist and curl, tightening themselves into a knot.
    Richard knelt down between her legs. So slim and taut her body,
yet soft in all the right places. He longed for her to touch him again, but he
wanted more than anything to be inside her. His erection strained as he felt the
damp of her sex through the tiny scrap of lace he pulled down over her long,
beautiful legs. Toes red, like her fingernails. He lifted her foot, kissing the
delicate hollow at her ankle bone, licking the pulse at the back of her knee,
savouring the taste of her, relishing the way she responded, her eyes flickering
closed, her breasts rising and falling quickly, her stomach rippling like the
quiver of a wave on soft sand.
    He licked the inside of her thighs. Lemon scented, her skin,
with the salt and vanilla tones of her arousal like a top note, just
discernable, totally delectable. Dark auburn hair, soft and downy, short and
neatly trimmed. Most unusual. He liked that too. He blew delicately over the
soft folds of her sex, watching the