‘Oh, wow,’ she breathed, looking around the white minimalist room that was bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. ‘You have a suite.’
He kicked the door shut, let go of her hand and strode past her towards the bed. ‘I do.’
‘It’s incredible.’
‘It’s convenient,’ he said, loosening the knot of his tie and pulling the whole thing off.
‘For seducing the odd virgin who comes along?’
He looked at her. ‘You’re the first and you’re not odd.’
‘You’re funny.’
‘You’re still talking.’
‘I may be a bit nervous,’ she said. ‘Your bed is huge.’
Theo tossed his tie onto the armchair that sat in the corner of the room and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. ‘If you change your mind—at any point—we’ll stop.’ It might well kill him, but he would.
Kate gave her head a quick shake and the relief that flooded through him was so fierce he didn’t want to analyse it ever. ‘I won’t want to stop,’ she said, staring at the wedge of his chest that was now exposed with a hunger he doubted she was even aware of. ‘Especially not if you make it good.’
Good? Good? ‘With chemistry like ours,’ he said tautly, ‘I won’t even need to try.’
‘Nonetheless, I’m expecting great things.’
‘You don’t know what to expect.’
Her lips quirked into a quick smile that for some reason stabbed him right in the chest. ‘Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Theo. I’ve had orgasms. Good ones. However, I want more. I want fireworks.’
‘Demanding,’ he muttered, his pulse racing as his head filled with images of how she might have gone about achieving all those good orgasms.
‘Long-suffering and impatient and extremely ready to get on with it.’
‘Then stop talking.’
‘Tell me what to do.’
‘Come here.’
She walked—no, sashayed towards him, pulling the band out of her hair so that it flowed around her shoulders like liquid gold, and it was all he could do not to stalk over to her, pick her up and tum
ble her straight down onto the bed before whipping the desire into a frenzy and then sinking into her. Instead, he drummed up a modicum of control to merely pull her into his arms and capture her mouth with another kiss that blew his mind.
There was nothing mere about her response, though. It was as fierce as it had been when he’d first taken her in his arms and they’d shared the kiss that had been utterly unplanned, deeply unwise and yet stunningly hot.
Now as they devoured each other, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, every inch of her seeming to fit to him perfectly, and the desire beating through his blood erupted.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind he was aware he shouldn’t be doing this, that if he knew what was good for him he would stop and put as much distance between himself and Kate as was humanly possible. He was no Prince Charming and it wasn’t his job to help with her issues. God knew he had plenty of his own to fix. Besides, one touch of her and he turned into a man he didn’t recognise and liked even less, a man driven by the basest of instincts, a man without control.
Yet he couldn’t have stopped now even if someone had been holding a gun to his head. He wanted her with a hunger it was impossible to ignore, a hunger that had had him pinning her up against a door and forgetting his name.
He could tell himself all he liked that if it wasn’t him relieving her of her virginity it would be someone else—a notion that was so distasteful it made him want to retch—or that it was just because it had been a while since he’d taken a woman to bed, but in truth...well, in truth there was no reason beyond clawing need and a desire that demanded to be assuaged.
And it would be fine, he assured himself, his muscles tightening as she slid her hands beneath the lapels of his jacket and pushed up. Kate might be innocent when it came to sex but she wasn’t stupid. She knew the score. His conscience was clear on that front at least. Once it was over that would be that. He’d put her in a cab and out of his mind, and the entire evening would be consigned to history. He’d lock up the memories and throw away the key. He’d have no need for them. In the meantime, however, he was going to focus on her, on them, and on getting naked as soon as was humanly possible.
Breaking off the kiss, he shrugged his jacket off and it fell to the floor. ‘Anyone would think you’d done this before,’ he muttered thickly as she moved her hands to his shirt and started tackling the buttons while he set to work on getting her out of her skirt.
‘I did once get to second base,’ she murmured, her breathing all ragged and shallow. ‘But that was only because of a bet.’