Free London Lace, #2 by Catou Martine Page B

purposefully back and forth, tourists wandering gape-mouthed staring at the sights, and a pretty woman, in boots and a skirt, looking meditatively down at the river; a real beauty in a feathered hat, her knees bare and the sun bouncing of the water and up the smooth skin of her legs, all the way up to….
    Something pressed against Eliza’s backside. Not something, someone . She took deep breath, relaxed into this mysterious embrace. Eliza opened her legs a little more, as much as she was able to with her hips pinned between this someone and the bridge railing.
    A growling whisper found her ear. “What are you doing?”
    “Just getting comfortable,” she whispered back. Her tiny shifts were causing a small, or rather big, reaction directly behind her.
    “Do you know how sexy you look leaning against this railing? I’ve had a chubber growing half way across this bridge.” He was kissing the nape of her neck.
    “Mmmm…..” He smelled good, too. And then, feeling cheeky, she asked, “This is Todd, isn’t it?” He stopped kissing, stopped pressing into her, for just a second, as he registered her doubt. Until he registered it was false doubt.
    Catching on, he said, “Were you expecting someone else?”
    She leaned into his continuing kisses without turning around.
    “Everything these days has just been so unexpected …”
    She arched her back slightly, trying to wedge his growing erection between her buttocks through the thin fabric of her skirt. He wasn’t wearing jeans anymore. Whatever trousers he had on were softer, and she could feel his contours straining toward her. She imagined the sheath of silk right next to his skin. Her own skin felt silky smooth, and refreshed, as a river gust blew up her skirt and cooled the heat building there. She was already wet and slippery. She would have to be careful since her panties were out of service. She tried to remember if she’d tossed a package of tissues in her purse. She hoped so. She would need them before the day was out. She would need them in the next five minutes if she didn’t put a stop to this.
    He seemed to have the same idea.
    “You’ll have to stop your wiggling, Miss Keating, or I’ll have to take you right here on this bridge in front of all of these people.”
    The mere thought—the threat—caused her to flush all over. She turned around quickly, stared up into his blue eyes, darkly sexy with arousal.
    “You wouldn’t.”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Did I scare you?”
    “No,” she insisted. It was ludicrous to think he’d meant it, but for some reason anything he said had her on high alert. He pressed against her belly now, sliding his arms around her waist.
    “I could lift you up on the edge of this railing, unzip and slide up under your skirt.” He grabbed her left outer thigh as if he meant to wrap it around his waist, but he didn’t lift her leg. He just leaned in close to her cheekbone, so his lips were close to her ear. “I could force myself into you, take my pleasure, as you balance precariously over the Thames, your life in my hands, your body balanced on the tip of my –”
    “– I dare you,” Eliza whispered huskily. This boy liked to play with fire.
    He pulled back to face her, their hips still joined. His blue eyes locked on her brown ones. “Bloody hell, what am I going to do with you?” He looked perplexed, and hungry, torn between his desire to act out his fantasy, and her challenge, and the awareness that he was on a crowded pedestrian bridge in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world.
    “What are you going to do with me?” Eliza echoed. “That’s what I’d like to find out,” she added with a teasing drawl.
    He bent down over her lips, picked them up with his own, and drove his tongue into her mouth. With one hand on the back of her head, he held her mouth tight to his, driving his tongue in and out and all around the inside of her mouth. When he came up for a breath, her knees