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“Ssh,” I breathed, stopping
the words with another kiss. “We have so much time to make up for.
Stop talking and kiss me again.”

Desperate
for him, I pushed my hands up under the back of his
T-shirt, tracing the familiar lines of his muscles and shoulder
blades with my fingertips. How could I have denied myself this for
so long, I thought? Why hadn’t I run back to him sooner? Why had I
hesitated over falling for him?

Inflamed by my touch,
Radford’s kiss deepened, his hand on the back of my head holding me
captive against his lips.
In a fluid
movement that literally swept me off my feet, Radford carried me
over to the sofa where he lay me down, his mouth never leaving mine
for a second. His urgency intensified, his hardening cock pressing
against my thigh when he lay down next to me, his hand straying up
under my dress as my temperature rose.

Waiting was no longer an
option. I wan
ted him. Right there and
then, whether I pitched over the edge into love or not. Pulling at
his T-shirt, I succeeded in yanking it up over his head, leaving
his hot, hairy chest open to my kisses. My lips feasted hungrily on
him, licking and biting savagely as I went, hearing Radford curse
and moan in equal measure.

When the
tip of my tongue circled one of his nipples, he arched his
back towards me, his face contorted by undiluted
pleasure.

“Bite it,” he begged, letting
out a slow breath of longing, and groaning again when I did what he
asked. “Oh God, Allie. I want to fuck you so much.”

By this time, my mouth had
reached his navel and my tongue was busy sweeping down under the
line of his jeans.
It caught the tip of
his hard cock, already wet and salty with pre-cum and just begging
me to take it in my mouth. Radford moaned and pushed his hips up
against my face, tickling my chin with the hair on his abdomen –
that sexy treasure trail that pointed the way to heaven on
earth.

My pussy clenched and
spasmed, desperate to be filled by him. All day I’d fixated on the
image of me lying naked across files with Radford pumping hard
between my legs. Now I had him half naked and helpless beneath me,
and I intended turning fantasy into reality.

I bit down on
Radford’s cock through the heavy denim and he
swore hotly at me but the thick shaft lurched between my teeth and
grew even more rigid.

“That feels so good,” he
moaned.

“Then let’s take this into
your bedroom.” My fingers fumbled with his belt and buttons. “We
only have ten minutes. We can’t waste any more time.”

Radford’s reaction was
instantaneous but not the one I had expected. He caught my wrists,
holding them away from his waist and his whole body sagged back
into the cushions. When he looked down at me along his body, his
face was a mask of disappointment.

“I can’t
.” The words were stretched tight by his frustration. “Not
like this.”

“What?” I sat up in
alarm.

“I can’t fuck you like this.
Not in ten minutes.”

“There’s time if we do it
right here,” I said, massaging his cock roughly through his jeans,
making him fully erect so he strained against the half-undone
buttons.

“No. You don’t
understand
.”

Radford moved my hand away
impatiently but then sat up, pulled me against his naked chest and
began kissing me. Deeply. Thoroughly. Taking full possession of my
heart and body, and instantly soothing away the hurt of the last
six months.

Somewhere
n the middle of that incredible kiss, both of us realised
it was no longer simply about sex and passion, or our bodies’
surging need for one another. The kiss was sweet and full of
longing, taking my heart back to our most intimate moments at
Claridges when we’d lain naked to our very souls.

I’d never been kissed
like that before, nor responded to any other man
the way my whole essence responded to Radford. Every nerve and cell
sang in tune with his until I became unsure where he ended and I
began. Physically, emotionally, spiritually and intellectually, we
connected on every level, each thread binding me tightly to him
whether I wanted it or not.

In court Radford was
unbeatable but, when it came to
capturing
my heart, he was unstoppable and we’d been on a collision course
since I’d very first laid eyes on him. We were only ever going to
end up in one place, even though we’d taken a detour along the way.
If there were such a thing as fate, Radford and I had been destined
to meet and fated to be together too.

I couldn’t fight it any
longer and
let go, allowing my heart to
freefall into something far deeper that desire, even though I was
still too afraid to call it love.

Without warning,
R
adford broke away, his breathing ragged
and his skin hot to the touch. He held my face tenderly between his
hands and rested his forehead against mine while he struggled to
bring his breathing under control.

“Why did you stop
me
?” I asked. “Your body’s crying out for
mine.”

Radford gave a quiet laugh,
little more than a sigh, and kissed me gently one more time.
“Because the first time we go to bed together,”
he said against my lips, “I don’t want it to be a ten-minute fuck
before you disappear in a taxi. I want time. Space. The luxury of
touching and tasting every part of your beautiful body the whole
night long. At this moment, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted
anyone but a quick shag on the sofa isn’t good enough. I want to
make love to you, Allie.”

Make love.

Radford made it sound like the
sexiest thing I’d ever heard. Hot. Deep. Taking our bodies to the
limits of physical pleasure, over and over again.

I wondered how angry my
friends would be if I cancelled
. I
offered to call them.

“No.” Again Radford
was
unyielding. “I don’t want your
friends thinking of me as the guy who’s taking you away. They’re a
huge part of your life and, if we’re looking to build a
relationship, we can’t start out with them resenting me. I’m in
this for the long haul, Allie.”

Truly, could this man get any
sexier? Whilst relationship, commitment and future had never
featured in my dating vocabulary, Radford was suddenly making me
learn new words.

“I can’t believe you’re
t
hrowing me out,” I said, smiling happily
against his lips as I kissed him back. “You’re hot and horny, and
good to go. And so am I. I doubt I’ll hear a word of this play
tonight. I’ll be too busy fantasising about you making love to
me.”

My mind was already racing
forward to our next date. The food. The underwear. The seduction.
The first kiss that would end in
hot sex
in his wide, white bed.

“Believe me, I’m regretting
it already, but I want it to be perfect between us that first
time,” Radford said. “I’ve waited six months for you, I can wait a
little longer.”

“Well I’m glad you’re so certain
because I’m not sure I can.”

Chapter Fourteen

 

I can’t believe myself
sometimes. After six months of dreaming about Allie
Lawless
, I’m suddenly half naked on a
sofa, with her tongue teasing the tip of my cock, and I’m telling
her to stop.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The
organ below my trouser line was screaming at me not to be
so stupid, while my head and my heart were turning me back into the
hopeless romantic who wanted to spend the night making
love.

Truth is, I love sex in all
its forms.
The quickie in the shower. The
hot and horny fuck after a night of flirting. A mind-blowing blow
job in the car. A tipsy fumble at the end of a party.

But, that weekend at
Claridges, Allie Lawless became the only woman I’d ever truly made
love to. Hours spent just touching, kissing, talking and laughing,
sharing more than my body with her, and connecting in ways my
shallow sex life hadn’t allowed before. Two nights in bed with
Allie had lead me into a world of deeper pleasures I’d never tasted
and I couldn’t wait to get back there with her.

I won’t lie. There had been
other women in America. Countless, casual encounters that meant
nothing the minute they were over. But I hadn’t expected Allie to
be faithful to me either. As far as we were both concerned, it had
been over between us the minute she stepped on that plane to
Rome.

But since returning to
London, I ha
dn’t been able to look at
another woman, let alone fall into bed with one, because no one in
the city could hold a candle to Allie.

Whatever had happened between
us that weekend,
my perspective had
shifted until I saw clearly that Allie and I were far from
done.

“Will you make me a promise?”
I asked as I helped her on with her coat. “Will you wear those
shiny, black boots for me another time?”

“Don’t worry. I’m already in
the same fantasy,” she confessed. “Naked and just about to bend
over for you.”

My subsiding erection revived
and I groaned
, my imagination swelling at
the same rate as my cock. “How can you leave me on a thought like
that, you witch?”

As a reply, she pushed me
back against the wall, wrenched my mouth down to hers and kissed me
hotly, the way she had that first day in chambers
. All my gentlemanly resolutions went out of the window but
Allie backed away just as quickly.

“That’s to remind you that I
can’t wait to make love to you either, but I’m also expecting some
down and dirty sex somewhere around the edges.”

“You have my undertaking as a
barrister.”

“Be careful. My demands could
be too high maintenance for you,” she warned.

“Such as?”

“I’ll expect a full body
massage after a hard day’s work.”

“Not a problem.”

“With your tongue?”

This
was starting to get interesting. “If you
insist.”

“Also, I refuse to shower
alone. Most Sundays I prefer not to get dressed. And I must be
allowed access to your naked body on demand. Tonight is the very
last time I’ll let you turn me down.”

I pretended
t
o think about it – and would probably
still be thinking about it at midnight. “You drive a hard bargain,”
I told her.

“On the contrary, I’m hoping you
do.”

She grabbed my balls, none
too gently, sending shockwaves through my body.
I adored all of her moods between the sheets but loved the
tigress in her most of all, particularly when it ended up with me
taming her.

“Perhaps I have demands of my
own,” I said, leaning in for another hot kiss. “
You might not be willing to comply.”

“Try me.”

I had my list all
ready.
“I want to buy you sexy underwear
and take it off with my teeth. Foreplay that starts at breakfast
and ends up with you seducing me over dinner.”

“I might need filthy texts
throughout the day to make that acceptable.”

“If you insist. But only on
condition that, once a week, I find you naked and on your knees
when I walk through the door.”

Allie sighed and pretended to
play it cool but I could tell from the way she was staring at my
lips that she wanted a down payment there and then.
“You
’ve forgotten something. The Tiramisu
Clause.”

I pushed my leg between hers
and she ground herself down against my thigh, gasping with unspent
passion. “Thank you for reminding me, Miss Lawless. I will always
expect to lick tiramisu from your nipples.”

“But…”

She started to protest but I
stopped her mouth with another drowning kiss. “Non-negotiable,” I
said.

“I was only going to suggest
that my pussy’s allowed as an addendum to that clause, and that we
should add reciprocal arrangements for every part of your
body.”

The blood drained from
my face and rushed elsewhere until I thought my
cock was going to explode against Allie’s hip. “I love it when you
talk legal to me.”

“Trust me,” she said, “what I
intend to do with you
r body is probably
illegal in most European countries. How much trouble do you want to
be in?”

“I think I can handle myself.”

“Not an option.” She grinned.
“I’m the only one handling you from now on.”

 

 

The next week was absolute
torture. Talk about lighting the
blue
touch paper and retiring. We weren’t even in the same city for the
next seven days, let alone in the same room, and flirty texts just
didn’t do it for me like a warm body in my arms.

By the middle of the
following week, when Allie had been up to her neck in completing
Aiden’s deal for two days, I couldn’t stand it any longer and
turned up at her office at eight o’clock one evening. To guarantee
a warm welcome, I arrived carrying pizzas and cokes.

“You’re a mind-reader and a
lifesaver,” she said, calling her colleagues into the office
kitchen and kissing me quickly before they arrived. “We were just
about to send out for food.”

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