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She felt a giggle building inside her as she heard the girls all cheering her on. All of a sudden, it didn’t matter. She was having fun. And probably her last glass of wine had kicked in.
She sidestepped back and forth, then did a wiggle, which got a laugh. The more she threw herself into it, the more the audience joined in and by the time she’d finished her verse she was enjoying herself so much that the audience couldn’t help but go along with her.
They finished the track and the audience cheered and pumped the air with their fists. The girls collapsed into each other in a hot hug.
‘Girl, you could have warned us!’ Amber said, which set Rosie off cackling.
They made their way back to the booth. Fox and Walker were already there, lifting their beers in a salute.
‘Some performance, ladies!’ Walker said, which led to a thump on the arm by Rosie.
‘Truly never heard anything like it,’ Fox said with a wink.
‘Believe me, once you’ve heard that voice, you never forget it,’ laughed Jesse.
Isabella was waiting for everyone to move in and sit down as a hand snaked around her from behind. Although she glanced backwards over her shoulder, she knew by the way her body responded that it was Etienne.
‘I still want you,’ he said into her ear, chin resting on her shoulder. The words turned her innards to butter, hot and melting. ‘Even if you do sound like a cat dying when you sing.’ He pulled her back against his body. Her legs suddenly felt weaker than they had on stage.
‘Come with me,’ he said, picking up her jacket from the back of the booth.
‘Where are we going?’ she asked, turning to face him.
‘To put your coat in the cloakroom,’ he said, with a half-smile which made her want to bite him.
‘But the night’s nearly over?’ she said in confusion.
‘Not yet it’s not.’ He took her by the hand and led her through the crowd.
The cloakroom was full of coats and empty of attendants. Etienne confidently opened the door and tugged her inside, closing the door behind them, leaving them half lit.
‘What is it with you and cupboards?’ Isabella whispered.
‘The excitement,’ he murmured back.
‘What if someone comes in?’ she said.
‘They won’t. Not until closing.’
She didn’t even care how he knew that. She didn’t care about anything apart from him, right in front of her.
He turned to look at her. A long look that swept her entire body. She saw the twitch of his mouth as he appreciated her long, smooth legs. Every nerve in her body was straining. She had never felt such anticipation in her life.
They both moved at the same time, crushing together, his mouth on hers, hard and demanding. She pushed back against him with just as much wanting. He backed her up against the wall of coats, and she pulled him in closer, her arms round his neck, never losing contact with his mouth. His tongue flicked in to meet her own and her stomach hollowed.
They turned together, Isabella pressing Etienne against the wall now. She pushed the length of her body against his as his hands skimmed her back and grasped her butt. She moaned as he turned her around, dropped his mouth to her throat and her head fell back against the wall. He trailed the length of her neck, biting and licking and making her gasp. His knee worked its way between hers, and she felt the rush of air against her already wet pants.
His hand joined his mouth at her neck, moving down until he reached the first button of her top. It gave no resistance, and he moved his mouth to follow. She was glad of the wall behind her, holding her up, as the second button popped and then he was laying bare her bra. She could hear the hoarseness of his breathing as he pulled back to study her shape. He ran his fingertips along the edge of the lacy cup where it met her skin and her nipples tightened into buds. She put her hands into his hair, urging him on as he pushed the flimsy fabric out of the way and filled his hands with her breasts. His head dipped and he caught her nipple between his lips and she moaned out loud as he nipped with his teeth. She cradled his head, holding him against her. God, she wanted this.
He moved quickly and turned her again, this time swivelling her on the spot, so that she faced the cloakroom wall, her bare chest rubbing against the soft leather of someone’s jacket and him tight behind her body. She could feel his hardness pressed against her. His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once. She pushed against his erection and he growled into her hair.
His hand moved down, stroking over her stomach and skimming the front of her mini skirt until it skated across the smooth skin of her thigh. Her eyes closed as he tugged up the hem. She gasped as he ran the heel of his hand over her mound and between her legs, once, twice, three times. Easing his fingers under the elastic, she finally felt him where she wanted him, rubbing the hot, throbbing core of her. Her head fell back against his shoulder and a noise vibrated from deep inside her.
‘Is it good?’ he asked into her neck, and she moaned a response.
‘No, you have to tell me,’ he said, circling her clit with his thumb. She could hear her own ragged breathing. ‘Is it good?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered and her voice was hoarse. ‘It’s good. It’s so good.’ She gritted her teeth together as the feeling built inside.
