here?’
‘I don’t remember …’ Moisture pooled between her legs, dampening her silk knickers, and she didn’t know how much longer she could remain upright.
He watched her eyes while his finger cruised closer, curling inward, between her thighs, along the lacy edge of her knickers, almost but never quite touching where she wanted him to touch her most. And the spark she sawin his gaze ignited a burn that wasn’t about to be extinguished any time soon.
‘Jake … Housekeeping—’
‘Tell me what you like. What you want.’
The husky demand turned her mind to mush, and she arched wantonly against his hand. Forget Housekeeping. ‘Anything. Everything.’ Clutching her skirt, she let her spinning head fall back against the door. ‘And quickly.’
He stepped between her legs, the sides of his shoes pushing her feet wider. One sharp tug. Two. The sound of fabric ripping. And she felt her knickers being whisked away from her body by impatient hands.
She trembled. She sighed. She hissed out a breath between her teeth. ‘Hurry.’
‘No.’ His thumb found her throbbing centre. ‘A job worth doing …’
‘Ah,
yesss …
’ A slow, sensuous glide over her swollen flesh—one touch—and the burn became a raging inferno.
So
worth doing …
How could one finger cause such utter devastation? Her eyes slid closed. Golden orbs pulsed across her vision. She felt as if she was standing on the rim of a volcano, yet she was the one about to erupt.
He touched her a second time, and she flew over the edge and into the hot and airless vortex, her inner muscles clamping around him.
She flattened her palms against the wall for balance, her breathing fast and harsh. She felt him step away on a draught of air, and opened her eyes in time to see him grin with promises yet to be fulfilled as he slipped out through the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Oh … My. God
. Emma sucked in a much needed calming breath. If she’d had the luxury of time she’d have slid down the wall and possibly passed out for the rest of the night.
He’d touched her twice.
Twice
. That was all it had taken to bring her to the most intense orgasm of her life. And then he’d nicked off like some pirate in the night, stealing her breath and her composure and leaving her with the possibility of facing Housekeeping alone.
Out
. She realised she was still clutching her skirt up to her chest and pushed it down quickly, her cheeks flaming, at the same time thanking her lucky stars that no one had turned up yet.
A hank of hair fell over one side of her face. She pushed it behind her ear. Panicked all over again, she scanned the floor for her knickers. No sign of them. Picking up her forgotten basket, she stumbled to the bed and dumped the petals in the centre, arranging them in a hasty circle. She placed the two heart-shaped soaps she’d made with Ryan’s and Stella’s names in gold leaf in the centre, then made her way quickly downstairs, where the couple were preparing to farewell the guests.
She didn’t see Jake amongst the crowd until he appeared in the doorway ten minutes later. Their gazes clashed hotly across the room. He was the only one who knew she wasnaked beneath her gown and her cheeks flamed anew. She prayed he’d stay away from her for the next little while, because they both had their respective duties before the social part of the evening was over.
Neatly sidestepping as Stella threw her bouquet in Emma’s direction—she wasn’t falling for that old trick—she saw Jake follow the bridal couple out.
She moved among the guests, catching up with friends and relatives. She was on tenterhooks, expecting Jake to tap her on the shoulder at any moment, and she didn’t know how she was going to hide the guilty pleasure from her expression.
The band was still playing and guests lingered, enjoying the music. Some danced; others gravitated towards the bar next to the lobby. A while later, when Jake still hadn’t shown his face, the glow
‘I don’t remember …’ Moisture pooled between her legs, dampening her silk knickers, and she didn’t know how much longer she could remain upright.
He watched her eyes while his finger cruised closer, curling inward, between her thighs, along the lacy edge of her knickers, almost but never quite touching where she wanted him to touch her most. And the spark she sawin his gaze ignited a burn that wasn’t about to be extinguished any time soon.
‘Jake … Housekeeping—’
‘Tell me what you like. What you want.’
The husky demand turned her mind to mush, and she arched wantonly against his hand. Forget Housekeeping. ‘Anything. Everything.’ Clutching her skirt, she let her spinning head fall back against the door. ‘And quickly.’
He stepped between her legs, the sides of his shoes pushing her feet wider. One sharp tug. Two. The sound of fabric ripping. And she felt her knickers being whisked away from her body by impatient hands.
She trembled. She sighed. She hissed out a breath between her teeth. ‘Hurry.’
‘No.’ His thumb found her throbbing centre. ‘A job worth doing …’
‘Ah,
yesss …
’ A slow, sensuous glide over her swollen flesh—one touch—and the burn became a raging inferno.
So
worth doing …
How could one finger cause such utter devastation? Her eyes slid closed. Golden orbs pulsed across her vision. She felt as if she was standing on the rim of a volcano, yet she was the one about to erupt.
He touched her a second time, and she flew over the edge and into the hot and airless vortex, her inner muscles clamping around him.
She flattened her palms against the wall for balance, her breathing fast and harsh. She felt him step away on a draught of air, and opened her eyes in time to see him grin with promises yet to be fulfilled as he slipped out through the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Oh … My. God
. Emma sucked in a much needed calming breath. If she’d had the luxury of time she’d have slid down the wall and possibly passed out for the rest of the night.
He’d touched her twice.
Twice
. That was all it had taken to bring her to the most intense orgasm of her life. And then he’d nicked off like some pirate in the night, stealing her breath and her composure and leaving her with the possibility of facing Housekeeping alone.
Out
. She realised she was still clutching her skirt up to her chest and pushed it down quickly, her cheeks flaming, at the same time thanking her lucky stars that no one had turned up yet.
A hank of hair fell over one side of her face. She pushed it behind her ear. Panicked all over again, she scanned the floor for her knickers. No sign of them. Picking up her forgotten basket, she stumbled to the bed and dumped the petals in the centre, arranging them in a hasty circle. She placed the two heart-shaped soaps she’d made with Ryan’s and Stella’s names in gold leaf in the centre, then made her way quickly downstairs, where the couple were preparing to farewell the guests.
She didn’t see Jake amongst the crowd until he appeared in the doorway ten minutes later. Their gazes clashed hotly across the room. He was the only one who knew she wasnaked beneath her gown and her cheeks flamed anew. She prayed he’d stay away from her for the next little while, because they both had their respective duties before the social part of the evening was over.
Neatly sidestepping as Stella threw her bouquet in Emma’s direction—she wasn’t falling for that old trick—she saw Jake follow the bridal couple out.
She moved among the guests, catching up with friends and relatives. She was on tenterhooks, expecting Jake to tap her on the shoulder at any moment, and she didn’t know how she was going to hide the guilty pleasure from her expression.
The band was still playing and guests lingered, enjoying the music. Some danced; others gravitated towards the bar next to the lobby. A while later, when Jake still hadn’t shown his face, the glow
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