Modern Romance September 2016 Books 5-8. Natalie Anderson

recalled that tone now. It was the same one he had used on the day they had first met, when he had told her to sit back down and that he hadn’t finished with her yet. The effect was the same, and yet multiplied a thousandfold.

      ‘Take it off over your head.’

      ‘It doesn’t come off that way.’

      And instead she peeled it down the arms and her dress slid to the floor. She stood there, cross with herself for doing as she was told, yet angrily awaiting further instruction.

      ‘Nice bra,’ Kedah said. ‘Now, take it off.’

      ‘You.’

      He flashed her a look as he moved to stand and she took in a long breath. It was the kind of breath she might take in private, before making a difficult phone call. The kind of breath she might take before opening the door to a stranger.

      Yet it was the right kind of breath to take before a lean, toned body rose from the bed and the sheet fell away, to reveal him aroused and hard and walking towards hers.

      ‘Turn around,’ he said.

      She resisted, but only in the hope that he would touch her, for her skin was screaming for contact, yet contact he refused to give.

      ‘Turn around,’ he said again, and this time she did as she was told. ‘Now, undo your bra...’

      ‘You can do it.’

      ‘Don’t annoy me any more than you already have.’

      ‘Why?’

      His mouth came close to the back of her head and his low voice in her ear made her want to arch her neck, to turn to kiss him, but she stood staring ahead.

      ‘For insinuating, back at the hotel, that I would have left you unsatisfied.’

      She turned her head then, and found him smiling. And he smiled as only Kedah could. He smiled as he had when he’d walked into that restaurant and seen her sitting there waiting for him. He smiled as he did when he greeted her each morning.

      Yet it was different today, for there was no mistaking the deep intimacy levelled at her. There was absolute seduction in his eyes, and Felicia knew that if all that was left was this—if the plane fell from the sky right now—she was glad for this moment.

      Game over. For it was Felicia who turned and smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. They were back to deep kissing as he removed her bra—easily. His fingers stroked her breasts with feather-light strokes alternated with pinches that made her gasp in shocked pleasure.

      Now, the solid nudge of his body was guiding her to the bed, and though she wanted to be there so badly still she wanted to stand for just a moment and fully savour the feel of him naked against her. He felt like silk beneath her fingers, and there was a wall of muscle that warned of pleasures to come. His mouth was firm and his tongue expert as his hands roamed her, strumming her rib cage or toying with her hip as he enjoyed the body he had been resisting for what felt like far too long.

      She could feel the mattress pressing into the back of her thigh and fought to stay standing against him. Yet like a domino he toppled her onto the bed.

      It was Kedah who remained standing, and she felt the scorch of his eyes as they roamed her flushed skin.

      ‘Let’s get rid of these,’ he said.

      He placed her feet on his thigh and she lifted her bottom to allow him to peel off her knickers as if he was opening the most delicate gift. Down her thighs he slid them, with such a lack of haste that she let out a moan—an absolute whimper.

      His shaft jerked in response to it as Kedah discovered that the sound of Felicia moaning was a sound he craved.

      She was always so brittle, so contained, it was a pleasure to hear her unravel.

      Past her knees came the knickers, and then he ripped them down the final stage. Now she was naked, and soon she’d be his.

      He knelt between her legs and Felicia had never known such absolute scrutiny. It felt as if he were kissing her all over, yet only his eyes caressed her for now.

      ‘Turn over,’ he told her, and she rolled to her front.

      She rested her head on her forearm and waited—for whatever he so chose. Anticipation thrummed as she heard his ragged breathing, and then he placed a wet kiss right at the base of her spine.

      ‘Kedah...’

      His tongue was hot and slow and it moved in long circles. Her free hand moved to touch herself at such bliss but he caught her wrist.

      It was an attack of the senses. Because now he parted her thighs and slipped his long fingers into her as his mouth worked the length of her spine.

      She lifted her hair, just so that he might have access to her skin, and did not know if it was the bruising kiss to her neck or the stretch of his fingers inside her that caused her to make a low choking noise.

      ‘Please...’ she said, not knowing how to say that she wanted—no, needed more and more of this.

      But he removed the pleasure and rolled her onto her back. He opened her legs and moved so that he knelt between her knees. He wanted to take her there and then, and reached over the bedside for a condom, but the sight of her pink and glistening beckoned him for just a brief taste.

      Felicia swore as he parted her lips and, instead of devouring her, licked her with just with the tip of his tongue. ‘Don’t...’ she said, and her hands knotted into his hair as he teased her, scratched at her thighs with his jaw.

      Kedah knew he was good, but he’d never enjoyed himself to this level. Hearing the panting in her voice and feeling the pressure of her thighs trapping him made him search deeper. Her sweet, musky taste was like nectar. Hot, she writhed, and his tongue devoured.

      He was too slow, she decided, for she was suddenly frantic.

      The sounds he made were low, and his possessive growl reverberated through her.

      Her hands left his head and went to her own, tense fingers tightening in her hair as he raised her bottom.

      He was relentless.

      He should stop now, she thought as she started to come.

      Please stop, she thought. Because she had never come so fully to a man’s mouth—in fact she couldn’t remember feeling like this ever.

      She wanted to push him away, and yet she wanted for this never to end.

      He felt the pulsing and the tension rise within her. And for Kedah there was a giddy triumph at hearing Felicia in the throes of the pleasure that he had procured for her. She made no logical sense as she pleaded for less while her body urged for more. And then it faded, and he felt her relax and grow calm, but this wasn’t even close to being over.

      He wanted his own release, and so he took her slowly, just kneeling up and pulling her in.

      He toyed at her entrance and Felicia pushed herself up onto her elbows. She watched as he glanced over to the condoms scattered on the bed beside them, but they might as well have been in his office drawer back in London, for nothing must break the contact they made.

      She told him that she was covered in ragged, breathless words. ‘I’m on the pill...’

      Both of them would usually have needed far more than that to continue. Felicia even let out a half-sob and a laugh at her own abandon. But both felt now that it was imperative not to lose the beauty of this moment.

      They were on the edge of discovery, entering into uncharted water—and not just because of the lack of protection. It was the eye contact, the unbridled pleasure, and the care taken as he positioned her calves.

      Kedah let out a moan as he slid into her oiled, tight warmth. His eyes came up to meet hers, but she was looking down at the blending of them.

      ‘Felicia!’

      He snapped