started pounding and his mouth went dry as he saw she was making no effort to hide the fact that she returned the heat of that arousal; her eyes were dark and sultry, cheeks flushed, the fullness of her lips slightly moist and parted, her nipples becoming hard, engorged pebbles against the material of her T-shirt even as his gaze slid lower to look at them.
Fuck, he was in trouble.
Serious, deep, dark trouble.
What had happened on the plane had only wetted his appetite; the things he had thought of doing with and to Kat since were—
Shit!
His heart ceased beating at all for a second or two when Kat reached for the hem of her T-shirt, her gaze continuing to hold his, as she pulled it slowly upwards, first baring her flat and slender midriff, her ribcage, and then—
Dair stopped breathing again as the T-shirt rose even higher, exposing her lace-covered breasts. They didn’t stay covered for long, as she unfastened it and slid the straps down her arms, baring her breasts completely. They were neither too big nor too small, the nipples engorged and a deep rose in color. Dair already knew those breasts would fit perfectly in the palm of his hand.
In response, his hands began to twitch restlessly at his sides, wanting to cup and squeeze those breasts, to caress and pull on the fullness of the nipples, and hear Kat purr with the same pleasure she had experienced on the plane.
Dair gave a shake of his head to clear it, knowing he wasn’t thinking straight. How could he, when all the blood in his body seemed to now be centered, throbbing, thrumming, along the length of his engorged cock?
The breath he had been holding now left his lungs in an audible whoosh as Kat unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before pushing them down as far as her thighs, revealing that she wore those brief cream lace panties beneath, panties that barely covered the darkness of her curls.
Dair’s cock gave a painful lurch as she wriggled her hips to shimmy out of her jeans, the fullness of her breasts jiggling enticingly.
Not that he wasn’t enjoying the strip show, far from it, but—“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he rasped harshly, his voice coming out as a growl.
Kat straightened, completely naked now except for those cream lace panties. “The water looks so inviting, I thought I might go in for a swim,” she answered softly, one brow arched questioningly.
Shit. He’d obviously misunderstood, had thought—thought what? That the strip show was for his benefit?
Idiot, he instantly berated himself. Kat was traumatized, for so many reasons, and now she was just enjoying the freedom to do what she wanted, not trying to seduce him.
Idiot, he remonstrated a second time.
Every overture Kat had made towards him since escaping the clinic had been in her sleep, or as a reaction to being free, including those kisses she had showered on him after he had thrown her onboard the jet.
Besides which, it was doubtful she was even strong enough to withstand the physical pounding Dair wanted to give her right now; he wanted to take her, possess her, fill her up completely.
The way Kat looked right now, she would be crushed under the onslaught.
“Come and join me…?” Kat held her hand out invitingly.
Dair fought a battle within himself as he stared at that hand, tempted, so very tempted, his cock especially as it clamored inside his jeans to be set free, so hot and turgid that the thought of a swim was more than welcome. But not, most definitely not, with an almost-naked Kat.
As for holding her hand—? He hadn’t held a woman’s hand since Karin—
Desire fled as he thought of that teenage romance. Of the woman who had betrayed him and then left him for dead.
His mouth thinned. “I have other things I need to do right now. The cream and gold bedroom is Lucien and Nicky’s, but choose any of the others and I’ll bring your case up shortly,” he added off-handedly before turning and walking away.
Kat sighed her
Fuck, he was in trouble.
Serious, deep, dark trouble.
What had happened on the plane had only wetted his appetite; the things he had thought of doing with and to Kat since were—
Shit!
His heart ceased beating at all for a second or two when Kat reached for the hem of her T-shirt, her gaze continuing to hold his, as she pulled it slowly upwards, first baring her flat and slender midriff, her ribcage, and then—
Dair stopped breathing again as the T-shirt rose even higher, exposing her lace-covered breasts. They didn’t stay covered for long, as she unfastened it and slid the straps down her arms, baring her breasts completely. They were neither too big nor too small, the nipples engorged and a deep rose in color. Dair already knew those breasts would fit perfectly in the palm of his hand.
In response, his hands began to twitch restlessly at his sides, wanting to cup and squeeze those breasts, to caress and pull on the fullness of the nipples, and hear Kat purr with the same pleasure she had experienced on the plane.
Dair gave a shake of his head to clear it, knowing he wasn’t thinking straight. How could he, when all the blood in his body seemed to now be centered, throbbing, thrumming, along the length of his engorged cock?
The breath he had been holding now left his lungs in an audible whoosh as Kat unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before pushing them down as far as her thighs, revealing that she wore those brief cream lace panties beneath, panties that barely covered the darkness of her curls.
Dair’s cock gave a painful lurch as she wriggled her hips to shimmy out of her jeans, the fullness of her breasts jiggling enticingly.
Not that he wasn’t enjoying the strip show, far from it, but—“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he rasped harshly, his voice coming out as a growl.
Kat straightened, completely naked now except for those cream lace panties. “The water looks so inviting, I thought I might go in for a swim,” she answered softly, one brow arched questioningly.
Shit. He’d obviously misunderstood, had thought—thought what? That the strip show was for his benefit?
Idiot, he instantly berated himself. Kat was traumatized, for so many reasons, and now she was just enjoying the freedom to do what she wanted, not trying to seduce him.
Idiot, he remonstrated a second time.
Every overture Kat had made towards him since escaping the clinic had been in her sleep, or as a reaction to being free, including those kisses she had showered on him after he had thrown her onboard the jet.
Besides which, it was doubtful she was even strong enough to withstand the physical pounding Dair wanted to give her right now; he wanted to take her, possess her, fill her up completely.
The way Kat looked right now, she would be crushed under the onslaught.
“Come and join me…?” Kat held her hand out invitingly.
Dair fought a battle within himself as he stared at that hand, tempted, so very tempted, his cock especially as it clamored inside his jeans to be set free, so hot and turgid that the thought of a swim was more than welcome. But not, most definitely not, with an almost-naked Kat.
As for holding her hand—? He hadn’t held a woman’s hand since Karin—
Desire fled as he thought of that teenage romance. Of the woman who had betrayed him and then left him for dead.
His mouth thinned. “I have other things I need to do right now. The cream and gold bedroom is Lucien and Nicky’s, but choose any of the others and I’ll bring your case up shortly,” he added off-handedly before turning and walking away.
Kat sighed her
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