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I run my fingers over his hair, the softness contrasting with the scratch of his five o’clock shadow as my mouth thrusts onto his.

Through his kiss, he growls, ‘Is this what you want?’

Everything feels alive. Tingling. Needy. I need him.

I track the contours of his body, snagging at his tee-shirt and sliding my hands underneath. ‘Yes.’

Chapter 9

Nate

Ella’s touch fires me up like a fucking Ducati.

She groans into my mouth as she slides her thigh up mine. Pressing into me, I know she can feel my raging hard-on which is desperately wanting to break free.

Shit. I could blow my load just kissing her.

That enticingly plump bottom lip is finally on mine. Distracting curves thrust against me.

Her skin feels chilled and I encourage her closer. Reaching down to cup her ass, I smooth my hands over her body. Why do I want to protect her as much as I want to fuck her?

I need to slow down.

When she’d left, I’d told myself if I ever saw her again, I’d do things differently for once. I wouldn’t let her get away without at least telling her my name, asking for her number, maybe trying to change her mind about that date.

But, right now, her perfume is intoxicating and it’s a struggle to think straight.

As her arms wrap around my neck, my grip tightens, boosting her as she hops up, binding her legs around my waist and pressing her heat into me.

Holding her securely, my mouth plunders hers. Kissing her. Nibbling her. I can’t get enough. I back her towards the nearest surface so I can suck and lick and bite her from her lips all the way down that beautiful neck.

She gasps in surprise and I realise I’ve rested her on the glass washer. It rumbles below us as it blasts a load of glassware clean. She squeezes me to her, her legs locked behind my back, those crazy fuck-me heels digging in to my butt. The machine’s vibrations passing through her, to me.

Now she’s at the perfect height, I ease my hands up and trace her body through her ridiculous dress. Clingy, sexy and only a little revealing, this dress has been taunting me all night. Her nipples harden under my thumb and I suddenly wish said dress would disappear.

Hungrily, I kiss her sweet, soft skin, following the curve of her breasts with my mouth. My fingers carefully trace along the seam of her dress and ease the material aside, freeing one of her perfect tits. My kiss zeros in on her tight, pink bud and I gently drag my teeth over it before swirling my tongue across, then round to the soft skin underneath.

Ella’s hands have gripped onto my head, drawing me down as I lick and nibble my way over to the other breast.

Don’t want it feeling left out.

But I need to see her face. As I pull away, she sets deep soulful eyes on me and bites down on her bottom lip. Fucking sexy.

‘Please don’t stop.’ I can hear the feral need in her voice.

‘Wasn’t planning on it.’ Not unless she asks me to.

To reassure her I’m not going anywhere, I take a long slow suck on her earlobe and then start to work my way down her neck. Her head tips back as she releases a quiet moan.

Suddenly, I remember something important.

‘My name is Nate, by the way,’ I say through my kisses. ‘For when you need to scream it.’

‘Nate,’ is whispered on her lips and it sounds like fucking heaven.

With Ella supported on the glass washer, my hands are free to explore further. One hand snakes into her hair, the other finger-tip walks down her dress to where the hem meets her silk-like skin. Scooching under the material, I work my way back up her thigh. I can feel warmth radiating from her, through the thin scrap of material she considers underwear.

Zeroing my pointer finger in on her hot centre, I gently caress across the fabric and she whimpers as I tease her. I can feel through the satin how turned on she’s getting and I can’t resist very slowly slipping my finger under that silly strip of material.

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