Champagne with a Celebrity. Kate Hardy

his zip, and gently drew the material down to his thighs; his trousers fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks as he did so. His erection was very obvious through the soft jersey of his boxer shorts and her mouth went dry.

      ‘Whatever I said earlier, you can still change your mind, mon ange,’ he said softly.

      She shook her head. ‘I want you, Guy. It’s just…’ Her breath hitched. How could she explain?

      ‘I know, chérie. It’s the same for me. Unexpected.’ He brushed his mouth gently against hers. ‘This is just between you and me. Nothing to do with anyone else. No guilt, no worries—just pleasure.’

      Pleasure.

      Oh, it would be that, all right. For both of them.

      He pushed the duvet aside, lifted her up and settled her against the pillows. The white linen was soft and smooth against her skin—seriously expensive high thread-count, she recognised—and the pillows were decadently soft.

      Guy hooked his thumbs into the sides of her lacy knickers and gently drew the material down. Amber lifted her bottom slightly to help him remove them; and then she was completely naked in front of him and shyness washed over her.

      ‘I’m going to look at you, mon ange,’ Guy murmured, correctly reading her expression, ‘because you’re beautiful. And then I’m going to taste you. And then…’ He gave her a lazy grin. ‘Then, I’m going to blow your mind.’

      ‘Is that a promise, rather than a threat?’ she asked huskily.

      ‘Absolument. And—just so you know—I always keep my promises, Amber.’

      He teased her nipples with the pad of his thumb; she could feel them tightening and hardening under his touch. Then he leaned forward and took one into his mouth, sucking hard. His mouth was hot against her flesh, making her arch towards him and slide her fingers in his hair. This was good, but she wanted more. Much, much more.

      He kissed his way down over her abdomen, and suddenly Amber forgot how to breathe. Was he going to…?

      He shifted to kneel between her legs, rocked back on his haunches and gave her a truly wicked grin, one that sent her pulse rocketing. Then he started at her ankle and kissed all the way up; clearly he was paying attention to what made her arch towards him and what made her catch her breath, because he did the same with the other leg.

      By the time his mouth was idling along her thigh, she was practically whimpering, her hands fisted in his hair. ‘Guy, please…’ The words came out as a needy little moan, but it had been months since she’d last had this kind of relief, and nobody had ever made her feel quite this abandoned before.

      She felt the long, slow stroke of his tongue along her sex. He swirled the tip round her clitoris, teasing her, and she pushed hard against him, demanding more. He gave her exactly what she needed, varying the pace and pressure so her arousal coiled tighter and tighter and tighter, until she didn’t think she could bear it any more. She was babbling his name when her climax exploded through her, more intense than she’d ever thought possible.

      This shouldn’t have been so good. Not for a first time. It should’ve been clumsy and embarrassing and faintly disappointing.

      But she had a feeling that Guy Lefèvre was no ordinary man.

      He shifted up the bed and drew her into his arms, holding her close. ‘Better now, mon ange?’ he asked softly.

      She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

      ‘Good, but that was only the start. To take the edge off.’ His eyes were intense. ‘Now, it really begins.’

      That definitely sounded like a promise.

      And Guy had said he was a man who prided himself on keeping his promises.

      Almost shyly, she removed his boxer shorts, then sucked in a breath. ‘Guy, you’re truly beautiful.’

      He actually blushed, to her secret pleasure. ‘I think that’s the first time anyone’s told me that.’

      She kissed the corner of his mouth. ‘And I really, really want to make love with you.’ She stole another kiss. ‘Right now.’

      He reached over to the drawer in the table next to his bed and removed a foil packet.

      She curled her fingers round his. ‘My job, I believe.’ Gently, she took the condom from him, unwrapped it and rolled it onto him. In response, Guy kissed her hard—and then rolled so that he was lying on his back. He drew her with him so that she was straddling him, and then fitted the tip of his penis to her entrance with one hand and rested the other on her hip, urging her to bear down on him.

      God, this felt good. Really, really good.

      She moved over him, seeing his eyes darken with pleasure as she lifted and lowered herself; they darkened even more when she tensed her muscles round him.

      ‘Do you like that?’ she whispered.

      He gave her a slow, sensual smile. ‘What do you think, mon ange?’

      ‘I think,’ she said, ‘I want to blow your mind the way you just blew mine.’

      ‘Then do it,’ he said, his voice fierce.

      She leaned forward to kiss him, nibbling at his lower lip until he opened his mouth and let her deepen the kiss. And then she began to move again, driving them both hard, slowing down so it was like an exquisite torment, then hard again. She could feel her climax rising again, and it shocked her; she’d never come twice so quickly before. Everything in her body seemed to tighten; and, as she hit the peak, she felt his body tense beneath her hands. He sat up and jammed his mouth over hers, kissing her hard as they both came; she held onto him for dear life as wave after wave of sensation swept through her.