One Night with Morelli(30)

                She could feel his arousal rock hard against her belly as he moulded her against him, sealing their bodies at hip level. Then while he continued to plunder her mouth with a raw hunger of bruising intensity Draco’s big hands moved over her body.

                She could feel the heat of his hand through the silk of her dress as it moved up and down her thigh. While his other kneaded and moulded the aching peak of one small breast.

                It didn’t even cross her mind that they were standing in full view of anyone who happened by. She couldn’t think beyond the throbbing ache of need between her thighs and when it became too much to bear and as what was left of her control broke she grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled his face in closer.

                Eve kissed him back with an urgency, a wildness, that matched his. She clung to him like a limpet as he staggered back, struggling to keep his balance while she pulled at his clothes with greedy hands, trailing kisses across his face, down the strong column of his neck then moving back to his mouth.

                When she slid her hands under his shirt he gasped, then moaned. Eve felt his ribcage lift as he sucked in a breath then held it as he grabbed both of her hands, which were sliding down the corrugated muscles of his belly, and dragged them away.

                He stood back, looking down at her for a moment, at the wanton picture she made. It had been the feeling of her eager hands sliding over his damp, satiny smooth skin that had almost made his control snap, and it was only the knowledge that his daughter could be one of those interesting passers-by to witness this that made him hold back.

                ‘Well, I think that might have done the trick,’ he gasped, still fighting for control.

                Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

                The cry was in the vault of her skull. Her lips thankfully stayed closed and trembling as Eve watched him drag his shirt together, tucking it into his trousers.

                ‘Are you all right?’ He felt a slug of unwelcome guilt, she looked so damned fragile standing there.

                She took several shaky steps backwards, only stopping when her back made contact with a tree. Lifting her chin, she directed what she hoped was a look of cold disdain, but was more than likely breathless shock and confusion, at his lean face.

                He wasn’t touching her but there was a fierce intensity in his rigid attitude that made her stomach muscles vibrate.

                ‘I’m not going to have sex with you to prove I’m not a lesbian.’

                ‘Oh, I think you proved that already seeing as your friends have left. And it is always polite, cara, to wait to be asked first.’

                She had no defence against the mortified rush of colour that bathed her body in a guilty glow. ‘Pity you didn’t ask first before you mauled me about like that. And you can quit with all that Italian cara stuff; it’s incredibly cheesy.’

                ‘To be accurate I think we should call it mutual…mauling,’ he mused, the smouldering glow in his deep-set eyes sparking as he added, ‘And to be honest that didn’t go quite the way I anticipated. Sorry—’ he glanced over his shoulder ‘—but Josie could be here any minute.’

                Just when she thought she could not feel any more humiliated, she tossed her head. ‘It was only a kiss.’

                His brows lifted and he barked a dry laugh. ‘If you think that was only a kiss, cara, I can’t wait to see your version of just sex!’

                ‘There won’t be any just sex! No sex at all!’ Turning on her heel, she could hear his soft laughter following her.