‘Will do, sir.’ Thomas beamed. ‘We took the liberty of preparing the bridal suite for you.’
Not another one!
‘That was indeed very kind of you,’ Remy said with a glinting smile. ‘I’ll make sure we do it justice.’
Angelique had to wait until they were in the lift and alone before she could give him a piece of her mind. ‘I can’t believe you said that. Now they’ll be sniggering down there imagining us up here doing...it.’
He hooked a dark brow upwards. ‘It?’
She folded her arms and glowered at him. ‘I bet it’s a pretty regular occurrence, you bringing scores of women upstairs to have sex with them.’
‘Never in the bridal suite, however, and only one at a time.’
She flickered her eyelids in disgust. ‘You’re unbelievable.’
The lift doors pinged open and he waved for her to go ahead of him. ‘Jealous, ma belle?’
Angelique made a rude vomiting noise as she breezed past him. ‘You have got to be joking.’
He opened the suite door but blocked the entrance with his body. ‘This is the fun part.’
‘Pardon?’
He held out his arms. ‘I get to carry you over the threshold.’
Angelique backed away. ‘Oh, no you don’t. You’re not putting your hands anywhere on me—
‘Hey! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!’
Remy’s arms were like steel cables around her as they carried her into the suite. Angelique kicked her legs and pummelled his chest with her fists but it was like a goldfish trying to fight off a tiger shark. ‘Is that the best you can do?’ he taunted as he kicked the door shut with his foot.
Angelique grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled. Hard. ‘I’m just starting, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
He slid her down the entire length of his rock-hard body, leaving her in no doubt of his red-hot desire for her. ‘So am I,’ he drawled and covered her mouth with the blistering heat of his.
It was a hard kiss, an almost crushing one, but it stirred an ember inside Angelique into a suddenly combustible flame. It didn’t matter that she was supposed to be fighting him off for the sake of her pride. All that was important now was keeping his mouth locked on hers as her senses spun, twirled and reeled in delight.
His hands were rough as they gripped her by the hips, his erection heavy and urgent against her feminine mound. She felt the tug and drag of desire deep and low in her belly, that restles
s urge to be closer to him, to be possessed by his thick, hot length, was almost unbearable.
Every lustful thought or dream she’d had about him was making her giddy with the anticipation of finally experiencing his possession. Was that why she had continued to niggle and goad him—to push his buttons? To make him lose control and do what they had always wanted to do to each other even though, if asked, both would have flatly denied it?
She kissed him back with primal heat, using her teeth and her tongue, her hands still tightly fisted in his hair, her breasts jammed up against his chest, making her nipples ache and tingle as they were abraded by the fabric of his shirt.
His tongue duelled with hers until she was making needy, hungry little whimpering noises in the back of her throat. One of his hands went to the zip at the back of her dress and lowered it in one swift but smooth slide, his warm hand cupping her bottom through the cobweb lace of her knickers as he pulled her even closer to his turgid length.
An inferno seemed to be raging inside her body. It was lighting spot fires all over her flesh, burning her, searing her with the need to feel him skin on skin.
‘Damn you,’ he growled against her lips, making them vibrate with lust.
She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, tasting blood but not sure if it was hers or his. ‘Damn you right back.’
He sucked in a breath and crushed his mouth to hers again, harder this time, going deeper with his tongue until no corner of her mouth was undiscovered. He was consuming her like a hungry man does a feast and she was doing exactly the same. He was a sensual banquet she couldn’t resist. Would she ever have enough of his mouth, of his electrifying touch?
His hands shoved her dress away from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet. He unhooked her bra and cupped her right breast in his hand as his other kept her locked against his pulsing heat. His thumb moved over her tight nipple in a mesmerising back-and-forth motion that made her spine loosen like oil poured into a rusty lock.
Angelique slid a hand between their bodies so she could unzip him. Ever since that shocking moment in the car when he’d pushed her hand against him, her palm had been tingling to feel him without the barrier of clothes.