Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
KATE
‘Are you always this bossy?’ I ask, getting to my shaky feet.
‘Yes.’
He lets out a growl, and I run up the stairs as fast as I can.
I’m giggling as I go, though, because this is a lot of fun.
Like an X-rated game of chase. He thunders up behind me, catches me by the door to my room, and swings me up off my feet.
He throws me down on the bed, none too gently, and says: ‘You’ve got too many clothes on. ’
‘I’m only wearing a bathrobe!’
‘Exactly. Plus, you talk too much.’
He shuts me up by clambering on top of me, and kissing me so thoroughly that I can barely breathe, never mind talk.
Even though I’m lying down, I feel like I’m floating, clinging on to his shoulders as he reduces me to rubble.
His hands are everywhere, sliding beneath the fabric of my robe and finding bare skin, setting me on fire with every brush of his fingertips.
He sits, straddling me, and tugs off his T-shirt. I stare up, admiring the breadth of his chest, the definition of the muscle. The curve of his biceps. Eating him alive with my eyes.
He pushes my robe aside, and looks hungrily at my body.
I feel wanton and alive and desperate for him to touch me.
He slides down, and pulls my legs apart, his breath hot against my thighs.
Oh God! I suddenly feel less wanton, and more concerned.
This wasn’t Harry’s favourite thing, and I always assumed that was my fault – that there was something wrong with me.
‘Relax,’ he tells me. ‘Relax, and let me taste you.’
My eyes fly open, and I try to do as he says.
His tongue flickers over my skin, teasing and building, never quite landing at the place I expect him to.
By the time he does, by the time he starts to take long, gentle laps, my hands are curled into fists, the bedsheets crumpled inside them.
He holds me in place by my hips as I start to wriggle, the sensations driving me insane.
I feel like I’m going to explode, like I’m so close to something amazing…
He steps up the pressure, builds his speed, and when I start to shake and shudder and moan, he dips his tongue inside me and I almost go blind. Fireworks, diamonds, all the colours of the rainbow… it seems to last forever, waves of pleasure rolling through me as I cry his name.
What the hell was that? I lie limp and weak, my brain still trying to process what just happened to my body. I mean, I’ve had orgasms before, but they’ve been mainly self-administered, and nowhere near as intense as that. There’s a whole world out there I never even knew about…
‘Damn,’ he says, as he crawls up next to me. ‘You weren’t kidding when you said it’d been a while.’
‘You talk too much,’ I manage to respond. ‘Plus you’ve got too many clothes on.’
He grins wickedly, and fixes the problem.