One Night with Morelli(29)

                Man up, Eve, take responsibility—you want this.

                ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Draco?’ Saying his name had been a mistake as suddenly everything seemed intimate, more personal.

                ‘Relax and don’t hit me; we have an audience. I am once and for all going to lay to rest any doubts about your sexuality.’ He touched the side of her jaw. ‘Don’t look.’

                She lifted her gaze to his, and the dark passion-glazed look in her eyes sent a surge of power through his veins.

                ‘Look where?’ She could no longer pretend she wanted to look at anything but him.

                Her voice had dropped a sexy octave, the sound possessing a tactile quality that made him hungry to feel her small hands on his skin…exploring…

                ‘Do you have doubts about my s-sexuality?’

                ‘Not a one,’ he said against her lips. ‘I hate the idea of you stuttering for anyone else.’

                Her stutter was the bane of her existence and he was acting as though it were a gift! ‘You don’t have to do this.’ But of course if he didn’t she might die, although to the women watching them she knew it already looked as though they were kissing. ‘I really don’t care what they think.’ But it might be nice to wipe the smiles off their smug faces.

                ‘Actually I do have to do this,’ he muttered raggedly.

                They were both breathing so fast she could not separate the sounds or even the heartbeats. She gave a little nod, her breathless moan of anticipation barely audible.

                ‘I have wanted to kiss you since this morning when you threw your bra at me.’

                His eyelashes cast shadows along the crest of his cheekbones and through her half-closed eyes they looked like solid blocks of colour. ‘That feels like years ago…’ The words were soft sibilant sighs, hardly audible above her tortured shallow breaths. ‘Well…?’

                ‘Well what?’

                ‘Are you going to find out…how it feels to—?’

                The rest of her words were lost in the warmth of his mouth. He explored her mouth, his tongue probing and his lips moving against hers with sensuous expertise. The pressure of the kiss bent her backwards against his supporting arm and she straightened up again as his head lifted like a sapling when the wind died.

                He was still close and breathing hard; they both were. Through the mesh of her lashes she could see the fine texture of his olive-toned skin, the darkened stubble thicker now on the surface of his jaw and lower face, the gold tips on the end of his thick jet-black eyelashes. A shiver of sensation rippled through her body, then another and another…

                ‘So was that your good deed for the day?’ she murmured.

                Draco, who had really fought his baser instincts to keep the kiss under control, just nodded. It had been a mistake to kiss her; all it had done was make him realise what he was missing and that he wanted her more than ever.

                ‘Yeah, and now that our first kiss is out of the way…’ He leaned in again, the gleam in his dark eyes warning her of his intent.

                This time the kiss was very different. With considerably less finesse, less control, the wildness scared Eve on one level and on another excited her unbearably. She wanted everything he was doing and more. The knowledge shocked even as it made her arch into him.