Did he have to remind her? ‘Yes, well, I was apparently off my face, which would have helped.’
He eased back to look at her with a slight frown. ‘You’re embarrassed about your body?’
What was he implying? That she had something to be embarrassed about? The cruel chant of one of the mean girls at boarding school rang in her ears: ‘Lazy Daisy…Fat Daisy’. Not a natural sportsperson, Daisy had used every excuse in the book to avoid playing team sport. A sudden increase in weight during puberty had made her ashamed of her body, a shame she had never been able to shed. Even though she was more or less average weight for her height and build, there was still a mean girl’s voice in her head that taunted her every time she stepped in front of a mirror. ‘Let’s put it this way. The only catwalk I’ve been anywhere near is my neighbour’s moggie stalking a bird in the garden.’
There was a smile in his eyes as he slid his hand underneath her knickers, exploring her curves with the warm palm of his hand. ‘Did he catch it?’
‘The bird? No, I stepped in before it got to bloodshed.’
Still holding her gaze, he sent his finger down the crease of her bottom, a shamefully erotic caress that triggered a firestorm in her core. ‘You have a beautiful body.’
‘I wonder how many times you’ve used that line.’
His slight frown reappeared. ‘I mean it, querida. You have a womanly figure. Curves in all the right places.’
‘My breasts are too small.’
‘Says who?’
Daisy felt a rush of heat as his gaze went to the modest cleavage he uncovered as he slipped her dress from her shoulders. She stopped breathing altogether when he slowly traced his finger over each upper curve of her breasts that were pushed up by her lacy bra. He touched her nipples through the lace, which somehow intensified the sensation. The lace abrading her erect flesh made something deep and low in her belly roll over.
‘So beautiful.’ He brought his mouth to her right breast, kissing the cupped flesh until she was writhing with the pleasure of it. He did the same to the other one, stroking his tongue over the exposed curve. Her breasts were tingling all over. She could feel them swelling inside the cage of her bra, peaking against the lace cups as if desperate to get out so they could feel his mouth and lips and tongue directly.
As if reading her mind, he deftly unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor along with her dress. She was standing in nothing but her knickers and her heels and for once in her life she couldn’t give a damn. He made her feel beautiful with his dark lustrous eyes roving over her form as if he wanted to eat her alive. Everywhere his gaze rested burned and tingled. Everywhere his hands touched made her flesh shiver and dance in delight.
But she couldn’t have him doing all the touching and caressing.
Daisy wanted to touch and caress him. To devour him. She started on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, leaning into him to press a kiss to the hot musky satin of his skin. She used her tongue to anoint him. Little stabs. Little flicks. Little licks. Feeling thrilled as he sucked in a breath as if her ministrations excited him like no other.
She slid her hands over his rock-hard pectoral muscles, exploring his flat male nipples with her fingertips, pressing a moist kiss to each one, following it up with a hot swirl of her tongue.
‘You’re a dangerous woman,’ he growled against her neck, taking a nip of her sensitive skin like a wolf did to control an overly amorous mate.
Daisy felt something wild and primitive inside her break free. She stepped up on tiptoe and put her mouth to his neck, taking a section of his flesh and biting down just hard enough to feel the tension of his skin. She released it to sweep her tongue over the spot, lulling him into a false sense of security before she bit him again.
He swore playfully and came back at her with a bite on her breast that was just shy of painful. Pleasure exploded like firecrackers under her skin.
But he wasn’t done yet.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth. Gently pulling on it with his hot wet mouth, drawing on it until she was hovering in that tantalising place somewhere between pleasure and pain. He moved to her other nipple, rolling his tongue over it, circling it, teasing it, and then gently sinking his teeth just enough to pinch the flesh.
Daisy pressed her burning pelvis against the scorching heat of his. Rampant need was crawling all over her skin, making her breathless and mindless in her pursuit of ultimate pleasure. Never had her body felt more electrically alive. Never had it ached with such relentless want. Never had she been so desperate to come apart. The tension was like a pressure cooker inside her body. Building. Building. Building.