Page 33 of His Wedding Day Revenge

Her heart thudding, her helpless glance slid down his chest, his corrugated ribbed belly and lower. Her breath caught and snagged in her chest as she struggled to breathe. Draco had always represented the epitome of raw masculine power and he was aroused.

Very aroused.

She tried to kick-start her brain and managed a stuttered, ‘S-sorry.’ She took a step back, only it wasn’t. The signals had got crossed in her head and she took a step forward, drawn towards all that magnetic potency.

‘I’m sorry, I had no idea that the door...’

He dropped the towel in his hand and turned to fully face her, totally at ease with his naked state. ‘It was locked on your side. You opened it,tesoro.’

‘I didn’t know...this is...’ She stopped and thought, Why aren’t I closing it?

‘Because you don’t want to?’

She swallowed. ‘I said that out loud? ‘This is...’

‘Come here, Jane.’

She shook her head. ‘I won’t... I can’t. This is a massive mistake.’

He swore. ‘We are very good at making massive mistakes together, I think,’ he returned sardonically. ‘We both know we would have ended up here.’

She shook her head in helpless denial and ran her tongue across her dry lips. If he touched her she’d be lost to all sense and all sanity.

So instead she touched him.

She laid a hand against his chest, feeling his damp warm skin under her splayed fingers and holding his eyes.

She watched his eyes blacken, saw the muscle beside his clenched jaw tighten and felt the pulse of excitement between her thighs. Desire was a thudding presence in her head.

He bent down, his breath on her face as he slid a slow kiss across her lips, a butterfly kiss that left her wanting more. Draco always left her wanting more.

She took his hand and guided it to her breast, then some tiny flicker of sanity pierced the sensual thrall she was on the brink of surrendering to and she shook her head.

‘Mattie?’

‘Leave the door open and—’ He reached out to a shelf and located a control pad. Pressing a button, he raised his hands. ‘It activates the intercom in here too.’

‘You can listen to me?’

‘I love listening to you when you make those little mewling noises in your throat, that little...’ He swallowed and reached out, whipping the nightdress off in one smooth action. It fell on the damp floor in a crumpled heap.

She felt relief and then, when his stare slid lower, a moment of panic. She was too thin, she was—

‘Beautiful!’

The throaty declaration made her confidence surge and her own gaze lift.

As they met flesh to flesh, kissing wildly, sparks struck and flamed. Jane plastered herself against him, her small breasts flattened against his chest as she lifted herself on her toes. And when his hands came to span her waist and her toes left the floor she wound her legs around his waist as he carried her into the next room.

A bedroom—the only detail she noted was the big bed.

He laid her in it and knelt beside her as he lowered her head, admitting with a wicked grin, ‘I didn’t think I’d make it this far.’

‘I love touching you,’ she husked as her greedy hands explored the hard contours of his chest, his back. She pressed her lips to his chest, only stopping when he tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed her head down onto the bed.

She whispered his name as he kissed her, his hands moving over her body leaving trails of fire and screaming nerve endings. Her fingers slid into his dark hair, holding his face at her breasts as she writhed beneath the caress of his tongue and mouth.

He lifted his head. ‘You look like an angel, the wanton wild variety.’

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