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Taking her face in my hands, I crush my lips to hers.
“Mmph!” She mumbles something, pressing her hands against my chest. Then, almost immediately, she opens her mouth to me, and her fingers clutch at my lapels, then she lifts her arms around my neck as I move up against her, pinning her to the wall.
“Hallie,” I murmur against her lips with a groan. “I’m sorry… I can’t help it… I want you…”
“Oh God…”
“All I’ve been able to think about is kissing you, and feeling your body beneath mine.” I kiss her face—her cheeks, her brows, her nose, and back to her mouth, and I plunge my tongue inside. I feel feverish and out of control. If she’d pushed me away; if she’d slapped me or continued to scold me, I would probably have come to my senses. But she returns my kiss passionately, sliding her hand into my hair, arching her back against me to push her breasts into my hands, and I’m a weak, weak man, and there’s no hope for me at all.
As I kiss her, I slide my hand into her bodice and cup her breast, then tease the nipple, and her resulting moan turns me to lava inside.
I tug the straps off her shoulders and peel the bodice down. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her creamy skin with the swollen light-brown nipples makes me hard immediately. I lift a breast in my palm and bend my head to suck the nipple to a bead, and she cries out loud, tipping her head back on the wall.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her, my voice hoarse, and I lower onto my knees before her.
“What! Here?” She inhales with shock as I gather the hem of her dress in my hands and push it up her legs.
“Don’t stop me, Hallie. You’ve bewitched me. You’re like Helen of Troy. I’d launch a thousand ships and sail them across the seas to have you.”
“Oh God, Fraser…”
I kiss her calves and up her silky thighs, and there’s so much material in the skirt of her dress that I pull it over my head and disappear underneath. In the cave it’s semi-dark, and I can smell her body lotion, and as I brush my lips up her thighs I can smell the beautiful aroma that’s all her, sweet and warm and musky. I lift her right leg and hook it over my shoulder, then I trace the tip of my tongue across her lower belly, and it quivers. I kiss over her hip to her underwear, which is just a skimpy piece of lace. I pull it to one side and kiss the silky skin of her mound. Ahhh… man… she’s so soft… I nuzzle her, hearing her sigh, and smile.
I kiss down between her legs and discover that she’s already on the way to being aroused, her flesh swollen and slightly moist, and I exhale a warm breath across her before sliding my tongue deep into the heart of her.
“Ah, Fraser…” She shudders and twitches.
“Mmm…” I let her know how much I’m enjoying this, bringing up a hand to join in the fun. Oh yeah, she’s wet underneath, and my fingers slide easily through her tender skin. I slip two inside her, then tease her clit with my thumb before replacing it with my tongue.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God oh God,” Hallie says, shivering, and blood thunders through my veins as I think about her coming on my tongue, and I promise myself I’m never going to wash again—I want to smell her and taste her on my fingers until my dying day.
I suck her clit while I slide my fingers in and out of her, and tease her folds with my thumb, and it’s not long before her breaths are coming in deep, ragged gasps. There’s a bang as she knocks something over on the sink, and she curses, but I don’t stop, turned on by the thought of her losing control. I lick and suck and stroke, listening to her exclamations with joy, until finally she holds her breath, and then her orgasm claims her, and she cries out loud, clenching around my fingers repeatedly, soaking my hand with her moisture.
I wait until she’s finished, then kiss her gently and withdraw my fingers. I move out from under her skirts and get to my feet, take her face in my hands, and crush my lips to hers.
I’m just about to lift her skirts again, lower my zip, and thrust into her when there’s a loud knock at the door.
Oh no.
Chapter Fifteen
Hallie
Fraser and I stare at each other. He looks amused, but hides his smile as he sees how horrified I am.
I turn to the sink, pick up the container I knocked over which I guess could hold a guest’s toothbrushes, then look hurriedly in the mirror. My face is flushed, my eyes are bright, all my lipstick has disappeared, and part of my hairdo has come loose. I pin it up quickly and straighten my dress. Then I grab a few sheets of paper from the roll by the toilet and clean myself up, glaring at him as he tries not to laugh.
“I’m trying to will it to go down,” he whispers, and I realize he’s referring to his erection. He buttons up his jacket and tugs it down, trying to cover the bulge in his trousers.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Who’s outside? Another guest, waiting to use the bathroom? Or a member of staff who’s about to give us a right bollocking for intruding in a private area?
There’s another knock, and Fraser waits for me to nod, gives me a look that says,Here goes, then opens the door.
Oh holy shit. It’s Isabel.
Fraser is clearly fighting not to laugh. Damn him. Doesn’t he realize how serious this is? We walk out into the bedroom, where she’s standing, arms crossed, waiting for us. Unlike Fraser, she clearly isn’t amused.
I meet her eyes, then drop my gaze like a schoolgirl that a teacher has caught snogging a boy behind the bike sheds.