She tasted of slick, sweet honey, and Sol couldn’t get enough. He played with her, toyed with her, drawing lazy whorls with his tongue all around her swollen, molten core, before sliding over her, sliding into her, sucking on her, making her hips meet his mouth with each thrust.
And then she was moving faster, her breathing more ragged than ever, and he gripped hold of her and held her fast, prolonging her agony and ecstasy.
‘Sol...please...’ she rasped out.
As if she was all his for the taking.
The thought lanced through him with more appeal than it had any right to do.
With one finger sliding inside her, he licked faster and sucked harder. Anouk cried out, bucked against him, and shattered on his tongue. Fragmenting all around him. But he wasn’t finished. Over and over he pushed her past the edge until he knew she could fall no more and, reluctantly, he sat back.
He re-buttoned his shirt, locating his jacket and bow tie with surprisingly shaky hands. At least it gave him time to recover, lest he lose all sense of self and pull her onto him to sate them both, there and then.
He watched her as she finally began to come back to herself. God, but she was beautiful. The need to have her still pounded through him, leaving him edgy and restless in a way he’d never experienced before.
Her eyes flickered to him, seeming to focus.
‘You’re dressed?’
The distraught shadow in those blue pools caught at him, pulling into a tight band around his chest. Around his sex.
‘I have to go back out to the gala,’ he gritted out. ‘It’s my role to raise money. For the charity.’
‘Of course.’ She pulled her mouth into a semblance of a smile although he wondered what it cost her. ‘This was sex. Just sex.’
And there was no reason for that to grate on him as it did.
‘And tonight, I intend there to be much more of it,’ he growled. ‘Properly. When we can take our time.’
‘More?’ Her hand fluttered to her chest and he found he rather liked it.
‘Much more,’ he echoed firmly. ‘Trust me, Anouk. That was just for starters.’
And then, before she could answer he spun around and left the room, not trusting himself. He had a duty to the charity, and the kids. But if he stayed another moment with Anouk, he wasn’t sure he could trust himself not to give in to temptation in the form of this bright, focussed, driven doctor with the blonde hair that sparkled like a glorious beach, and the blue eyes that made him sink fathoms deep.
And, goodness, he could still taste her sweetness on his tongue; still smell her on his fingers. And it was driving him to distraction.
She was driving him to distraction.
Who would have thought that the demure, strait-laced Anouk Hart would have ended up being his kryptonite?
CHAPTER FIVE
SOL SLAMMED HIS car door shut with a vicious whack of his arm and made his way across the hospital car park.
He’d been in a foul mood since the Gala.
Leaving Anouk in that room after such a teaser of her luscious body had been nearly impossible. Promising them both a night full of more carnal discoveries had been the only way he’d managed to get back out to the gala to carry out the role that had brought him there in the first place: to raise money and awareness for the young carers, the kids who already had enough responsibility for people in their lives, and he refused to let them down.
Even for Anouk.
But he couldn’t have anticipated that things would become so chaotic with Malachi, who had had to leave. It hadn’t occurred to him that the night with Anouk might not happen. But his body had been protesting it ever since.
Even this morning he’d woken in the early hours, his head full of images of Anouk, his body hard and ready. He would swear he could still taste her on his tongue; still close his eyes and feel the heat from her body against his chest. And decidedly lower.
As if he were an overeager adolescent.
When had any woman invaded his every thought like this? When had any woman made him...pine for her? It simply wasn’t his usual style.