and as long as you don’t fall for him, it will be fine.
But the voice was too hazy, too muffled, too deliberately easy for the sensations tearing through her to drown out. Or perhaps it was more that she wanted to drown in the sensations. To drown in Sol.
It was only when she heard the loud, delectably rude sound of a zip sliding that she realised he had unfastened her jeans and was sliding his fingers under the material.
They hadn’t even made it to the bedroom.
‘Do you want to... I mean...here?’ she began weakly, the words catching in her throat as, without warning, he brushed one finger tantalisingly over the front of her underwear.
Then the damned man lifted his head and shot her the most devilish grin.
‘Sorry, what were you saying?’
But it was the dark, oddly intent look in his eyes that snagged at her the most. As though he wasn’t quite as in control as he wanted to appear. As if she was affecting him that little bit more than he wanted to reveal.
It was a heady thought. And then, before she could find her voice, he hooked the material back and repeated the action, this time with no barrier between them.
‘Did you want me to stop?’
There was no mistaking the rawness in his voice just then, but before she could answer he let his fingers move over her, stroking her once, twice, before dipping into her heat.
Everything in her clenched in delicious anticipation. But then her eyes flew open as he drew his hand back up, and she was powerless to prevent a small sound of objection from escaping her lips.
‘Relax,’ he commanded, his tone purely hedonistic. ‘I’m not going anywhere. Except here.’
And before she could say a word he lifted his finger to his mouth and licked it. Very deliberately.
‘What...’ she managed to find her voice, as jagged as it sounded ‘...are you doing?’
He fixed her with a lazy, hooded look.
‘Tasting you.’ His voice was thick, loaded. ‘And you are as intoxicating as I remember.’
She had no idea how she managed to speak; her whole body was jolting with need.
‘You’ve been remembering this?’
‘Yes,’ he growled, sliding his hand back into her trousers and his cool, wet finger straight over where she needed him most. ‘And I’ve been imagining a hell of a lot more. So, let me ask you again, shall I continue or did you want me to stop?’
Her eyes fluttered slightly and it was all Anouk could do to bite her lip and shake her head. He’d stolen her voice again with a flick of his fingers, as if he were some wicked sorcerer using his clever fingers to wind the most magical of spells around her.
‘Say it,’ he growled.
It was an effort to open her heavy eyelids. Even more of one to speak. So instead she lifted her bottom, just a fraction, to brush his hand.
Yet it seemed he was one step ahead of her, and as she moved his hand shifted out of reach. Barely. She could still feel the heat from him rolling over her, but she couldn’t make contact.
‘I find I want to hear the words from you,’ Sol ground out.
The man was a fiend!
She swallowed. Hard.
‘Continue,’ she managed hoarsely. ‘Definitely, continue.’
Sol seemed only too happy to oblige.
‘So wet,’ he growled in a voice so carnal that it sent another ache slicing through her right to her core.