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‘You planned this, then?’

He shut me up with a kiss, a fierce stamp of his lips on mine His free hand closed around the neckline of my shirt then undid the top three buttons

‘Of course I did I’ve been watching you Ever since you came here’

More buttons slid open, then Will’s rough pal over my ribs and stomach

‘Nobody else to look at, is there?’ I whispered, but I was starting to lose the capacity for repartee, especially when his mouth descended on e

The heaving of iven him the clue that it would be safe to releasehiether in the pursuit of pleasure And this here things always became a little aard for me

I was so anxious to be ‘good in bed’ – to be active and passionate and skilled – that I lost all grip on what I was feeling myself

Objectively I knew that he was sucking on ood – but the feeling good was layered beneath ood A fored the back of his neck at tiood move? I tried it He see him and he was just too polite to say so? Not that he could say much, with a mouthful of nipple Oh, God It was too difficult I couldn’t disconnect, could never go with the flow If only the floould just co tide and carryin white water, into the depths where real, unforced pleasure lay I knew it existed History showed that it was real Why couldn’t it ever be real for me?

His head rose, his eyes peering at me from above my breasts

‘Bloody bras,’ he ’

He plucked at the underwires until I obligingly sat up and unhooked it er row, then turned my face back to Will when he cupped them and rubbed his thumbs around the sensitive nubs

‘I hope it didn’t kill the etically

‘Sh, don’t be daft The ree I’m used to it’

‘I bet you are’ I reached out for his T-shirt, pulling it out of his jeans waistband He followedup away froly taut chest above a flat abdoolden and he had a tattoo on his right bicep, one of those Celtic knots enco the muscle

‘I like your tattoo Celtic blood?’

‘Nah Everyone was having these done back then’

He flexed his ar millimetres above mine

‘You don’t have any little surprises for ers drifted over my nipples, my navel, towards my trousers, under the waist …

‘No, no,’ I gasped, before he came to land, palm-first, into let hilike that’

‘Hey, hey’ He held up his hand, his lower lip jutting a little ‘It’s OK if you don’t want to –’

‘I do want to It’s just … I didn’t wax’

‘Oh God, do you think I care about that?’ He shook his head and set to unfastening my buttons ‘You can perm it and dye it pink for all I care’