His hands cupped her face, his fingers splaying out over her cheeks as he deepened the kiss. His tongue played cat and mouse with hers, teasing and taunting hers to fight back. She flicked her tongue against his, doing her own little teasing routine, delighting in the way he groaned in the back of his throat and brought his pelvis hard against hers. She felt the hard ridge of him, the pressure of his blood building as his desire for her escalated. She stroked her hands down over the taut curve of his buttocks, bringing him in closer so she could feel the imprint of his erect flesh on hers.
His hands left her face; one went to her left hip, the other to the zip at the back of her dress. He rolled it down, exposing her spine from the base of her neck to the crease at the top of her bottom. He slid his hand over her skin, discovering every one of her vertebrae in turn. His touch evoked a delicious shower of reaction, especially when he came to the curve of her bottom. She immediately tensed her buttocks, hoping he wouldn’t think her fat.
‘Relax for me, querida,’ he whispered against the skin of her neck.
‘I’m not good at getting naked with people.’
He sent his tongue over her top lip and then her bottom one in a barely-there caress that made her lips sing with delight. ‘You were pretty relaxed about it last night.’
Did he have to remind her? ‘Yes, well, I was apparently off my face, which would have helped.’
He eased back to look at her with a slight frown. ‘You’re embarrassed about your body?’
What was he implying? That she had something to be embarrassed about? The cruel chant of one of the mean girls at boarding school rang in her ears: ‘Lazy Daisy…Fat Daisy’. Not a natural sportsperson, Daisy had used every excuse in the book to avoid playing team sport. A sudden increase in weight during puberty had made her ashamed of her body, a shame she had never been able to shed. Even though she was more or less average weight for her height and build, there was still a mean girl’s voice in her head that taunted her every time she stepped in front of a mirror. ‘Let’s put it this way. The only catwalk I’ve been anywhere near is my neighbour’s moggie stalking a bird in the garden.’
There was a smile in his eyes as he slid his hand underneath her knickers, exploring her curves with the warm palm of his hand. ‘Did he catch it?’
‘The bird? No, I stepped in before it got to bloodshed.’
Still holding her gaze, he sent his finger down the crease of her bottom, a shamefully erotic caress that triggered a firestorm in her core. ‘You have a beautiful body.’
‘I wonder how many times you’ve used that line.’
His slight frown reappeared. ‘I mean it, querida. You have a womanly figure. Curves in all the right places.’
‘My breasts are too small.’
‘Says who?’
Daisy felt a rush of heat as his gaze went to the modest cleavage he uncovered as he slipped her dress from her shoulders. She stopped breathing altogether when he slowly traced his finger over each upper curve of her breasts that were pushed up by her lacy bra. He touched her nipples through the lace, which somehow intensified the sensation. The lace abrading her erect flesh made something deep and low in her belly roll over.
‘So beautiful.’ He brought his mouth to her right breast, kissing the cupped flesh until she was writhing with the pleasure of it. He did the same to the other one, stroking his tongue over the exposed curve. Her breasts were tingling all over. She could feel them swelling inside the cage of her bra, peaking against the lace cups as if desperate to get out so they could feel his mouth and lips and tongue directly.