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He growled lightly in the back of his throat. He still held her finger and he tugged it lightly until it touched his lower lip. Her eyes widened. He opened his lips and touched her fingertip with his tongue. When her breath hitched he encircled it, holding it to the first knuckle in the heat of his mouth. She gasped but her eyes didn’t leave his.
‘I mean it,’ she said but her voice trembled. ‘No sex.’
He sucked softly and saw the way her nipples hardened, saw the push of them against the cotton of her sweater. Wanted to reach for them and fill his hands with the weight of her breasts.
Smiling, she shook her head slowly at him, her eyes holding his, and he reluctantly released her finger with an almost inaudible pop.
Fuck, he was hard.
‘I should definitely go,’ she said, slipping off the stool.
‘I think the exact opposite,’ he said. ‘You should definitely stay.’ He rounded the bar and stood close enough to make her lift her head to look at him.
‘If I have any chance of sticking to my rules, I have to leave this minute.’
‘Rules are made to be broken,’ he tried again, wanting to crash his mouth onto hers.
‘Not this one,’ she insisted and managed a smile. ‘It’s important to me.’ She stepped back.
‘Do you feel better at least?’ he asked, hiding the fact he wanted to lift her back onto the stool, spread her legs with his hips, and hold her so tightly she’d feel the press of him through his jeans, right at her core.
‘You’ve definitely changed my mood,’ she said with a flash of her normal cheeky smile as she headed towards the door.
‘Glad to be of service,’ Etienne said, coming to escort her to the door, ignoring the pulsing in his boxer shorts. Acknowledging the strength of her resolve. Because he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
‘Does your sex ban only mean you can’t have sex with someone else?’ he asked and saw the flicker of confusion. He clarified, ‘I take it you can still satisfy yourself?’
He liked the way she lifted her chin defiantly. ‘Of course. How else do you think I’m getting through the year?’
‘Then stand still,’ he said. ‘Trust me.’
To his surprise, she didn’t question him, but stopped and waited.
He took her phone from her hand and opened the camera. Leaning forward, he put one hand flat on her exposed stomach, his thumb fractionally tucked into the waistband on her jeans, his fingers spanning up towards those fucking amazing-looking breasts. He heard the intake of her breath on contact. He took a picture of his hand on her body and then handed the phone back. Thinking she wasn’t the only one with good self-control. He wanted to rip her clothes off piece by piece and fuck her on the bar.
‘Next time you’re going to make yourself come, look at that picture,’ he said. ‘And think about what we could do next.’
He opened the door for her and watched her across the dark square until she closed her own front door.
Chapter Twenty-One
Isabella
Isabella closed the door for the flat behind her and leaned back on it. Her legs felt like she’d run a marathon though she’d only walked across the square. She would have put money on the fact that Etienne watched every step. She could feel his eyes burning into her as she left.
What thehellhad just happened?
Holding the banister, she pulled herself up the stairs, conscious of the roughness of her breath. Normally she would take them two at a time. Now, her legs shook with each step as she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the bulbs that lit the mirror.
That man.
He’d started off as exactly what she needed tonight. A pair of ears. A person to talk to. Company. That’s all she’d gone over there for, wasn’t it? So how had it gone from a friendly chat to a finger suck in an hour? Who was this man who thought he could lick her arm, rub her feet or suck her finger whenever he felt like it? She tore off her sweater and threw it in the wash bin with more force than necessary. She peeled off her jeans and socks and kicked them into the corner.
Thenerveof him.
Even when she told him about her sex ban, it didn’t stop him. He’d looked her straight in the eye and opened his mouth and. . . ohGod. Her stomach tumbled as she remembered the warm wet of his tongue against her finger, the pressure of his lips. And him still half smiling. Like the pleasure was all his. She gripped the enamel of the sink and held on.
He was the cockiest man she’d ever met.
