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into those melting dark eyes and felt rationality dissolve. She slid her palms slowly up his taut chest, feeling the hard muscle again beneath the fabric of his shirt, before sinking her fingers into his hair.
    His hands slipped to the nape of her neck, his thumbs grazing her jawline softly as he tilted her face to the perfect angle and caught her lips with his, the softest most featherlight kiss.
    And then he stopped, put a little space between them. Her heart raced in her chest. Acquiescence – that was what he was looking for. Some sign after her attempt to back off that really she wanted this too. All this talk about his childhood and the way he seemed to court the attention of the press – there was an inherent need for validation in everything he did, why would this be any different?
    Her heart was pounding, desire racing through her veins at his touch, her mind insisting it meant nothing even as she moved powerlessly to close the gap between them. Rationalisation would have to come later now, she was beyond that presence of mind. She stood on tiptoe, leaned in and touched his lips lightly with her own. That one tiny movement was enough. He swept her against him, his mouth groping for hers, forcing it open, caressing her with his tongue. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, his slid down her body, lifting her skirt, rucking it up to waist height.
    The urgency was intoxicating. His mouth hard against her neck, he tugged at her panties and she wriggled free of them and kicked them away. And then he was lifting her, his hands sliding beneath her bottom, her legs locking behind his back, her shoes still on her feet. He grabbed the half-full champagne bottle from the table as he passed and carried her across the suite and into the bedroom, kissing her as he went. Then she was lowered onto the bed, the softness of the sheet beneath her back and shoulders as he slipped each garment off her, kissing her skin as he exposed it. Naked now, she watched him strip off his own clothes, her breath coming in short bursts, sweet anticipation fluttering in her stomach.
    He tugged her legs to pull her close against him at the edge of the bed, and she could feel the hard press of his arousal against her. An eagerness to explore him, to explore every delicious sensation to its full overtook her, and she reached down to stroke him, to caress the velvet softness of his skin with her fingertips. He moaned against her neck as she found a rhythm and the sound thrilled her, that she could invoke that kind of response in him.
    He caught her hands in his and held them at her sides, kissing her softly on the mouth, his breathing harried against her lips. Desire fizzed in her stomach as he deepened his kiss and eased her backwards until her shoulders sank into the bed. Looming above her, he trailed kisses from her mouth, soft against her jaw, and down until he closed his lips over a nipple. He sucked gently, teasing her nipples with his tongue, cupping her breasts in his palms and holding them close together so he could easily access first one and then the other, his tongue slipping softly across the erect tips.
    As he slid two fingers inside her, she let out a helpless moan of pleasure, and eyes closed, she felt him smile against her neck. . She opened her eyes as he pulled away a little, in time to see him drink from the bottle of champagne and hold the golden liquid in his mouth, and then he was leaning down and parting her thighs to expose her completely. A momentary bolt of shyness at his sigh of satisfaction and then she drew breath sharply as he leaned forward and closed his mouth over her swollen core. Icy champagne fizzed against her oversensitised skin, his tongue cold against her, and the sudden hard deliciousness as he sucked her dry made her throw her head back to gasp at the ceiling. He held her against his mouth as her body writhed, eking out every final second of her satisfaction.
    A brief moment to lie spent on the softness of