Web of Deception (8 page)

“Are you distracted?” Kate placed her mug on the coffee table and leaned back into the sofa. “I thought you were giving me your full attention.”

Daniel’s fingertips slipped onto the curve of her neck, brushing the bare skin with a touch that almost wasn’t there. Kate pressed her eyes closed, trying to contain the sensual shiver shooting down her spine.

This was too much for her and that one gentle touch proved it also wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She wanted more.

All she had to do was let herself go.

“I can give you much more, Kate.” His voice was a deep whisper. “If you’d let me.”

The ball was in her court. He’d said he wouldn’t force himself on her and he’d meant it.

She looked up at him but he didn’t lean in closer.

He was waiting.

For her.

Kate’s voice was a whisper. “Perhaps it would be better if…you could show me.”

Daniel slid his outstretched arm behind Kate’s neck, resting his fingertips in the curve of her neck. Her skin was soft and supple, the hair he’d brushed away from her neck so silky.

Damn it, he’d been waiting for this moment. She’d always made sure there were barriers between them, always made sure he couldn’t just take what he wanted
, but now there was no stopping him.

This was the
moment when he could cross the line she’d drawn between them, the instant when anything could happen.

A
nd he was going to make sure it did.

Pressing his hand more securely at the back of her neck, he tilted her head towards his and lowered his face to hers.

Kate’s eyes, normally clear and glassy, now smouldered with something unmistakable. Desire. Her lush lips parted and she lowered her eyelids.

She was all his.

Leaning in closer, he brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with the gentlest touch, taking pleasure in the tiny whimper that escaped her throat. Her lips were even softer than he remembered from their previous accidental kiss, her touch more sensual.

She longed for his touch, his kiss. He could see it in her eyes, her expression, her whole body. But, then, his passion was no less than hers and he’d waited long enough.

He moulded his mouth against hers, slid his other hand over her waist and pulled her closer. As he deepened the kiss, she responded, slinging her leg higher over his. Suddenly, her arms were around his neck as she drew him nearer.

Daniel kept the kiss chaste. For now.

He’d wait until she ached for him.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he teased, pulling away from her briefly.

She nodded, breathlessly. Clearly, words had escaped her.

He raised his eyebrows. “Because I had something more in mind.”

Her chest heaved, the pale skin of her neck glowing, and he knew she wanted this every bit as much as he did.

Looking down at the blond locks tumbling around her face, he saw her eyes were filled with longing. For him.

She had a boyfriend and he should stop himself but he didn’t care what was right and what was wrong.

Just this once, he didn’t care.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Her voice was so small.

“Tell me later.”

His mouth was on her neck as he peppered it with little kisses. She felt so small in his arms, her body so soft and lush, and he wasn’t going to wait.

“I’m no
t going out with anyone else,” she said. “Mark and I broke up.”

All the better for him, Daniel thought. He’d hoped to take her away the following weekend and now he knew nothing could get in the way.

She was such a strange creature. She could have told him sooner. It wasn’t as though he minded.

He covered her mouth with his. A few moments ago he hadn’t cared about her
relationship with Mark, and he certainly didn’t care now.

Her lips were pliant under his
as he slipped one hand down to undo one of the little mother of pearl buttons on her shirt. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move away. He undid another button, enjoying the quiet anticipation of the moment.

Suddenly, he felt her hand pressing against his, but she didn’t push him away. She clasped his hand in hers for a moment, then slid her fingers down the front of her top to undo all of the little buttons.

Then, there was no doubt. No indecision.

Daniel
slid her blouse open, running his fingertips over the fine fabric of her bra and down over the taut skin of her waist.

He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d been expecting – sensible black cotton, perhaps – but the sight of her breasts encased in the
deep fuchsia silk and lace of her bra sent the blood running through his body.

There
was no padding. This was all Kate. All woman.

He ran his hand back up over her breast, then slid his fingers easily beneath the pink lace, cupping the fullnes
s of her breast in his hand. She gasped as he massaged the soft, ripe flesh.

“Look at me
.” He waited until she lifted her gaze to meet his.

Her lips were parted, ready to meet his, as he moulded his mouth against hers. He slid his t
ongue slid inside, dropping the two of them into a kiss that felt bottomless. She returned his passion, her tongue filling the space where his had been. No turning back.

Without breaking the kiss, Daniel cupped his hand around Kate’s breast, m
assaging the supple flesh. How he’d longed to get his hands on her. How he’d imagined the softness and roundness of her breasts. Yet he hadn’t thought they’d be quite this full. Hadn’t guessed the pleasure he’d get from her moans as she writhed against his palm.

Suddenly he felt her hands pressing against his chest. “The bedroom.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.

He eased off, allowing her enough room to take to her feet. Her tiny hand reached out to him and he took it in both of his, standing up beside her. She tugged at his arms, motioning towards the bedroom.

It made him
smile. Kate was so petite, so svelte, and she thought she could order him around.

In one fell swoop, Daniel swept
her up into his arms. A tiny cry of surprise escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Seconds later, he was at the bedroom door, kicking it open, and a moment after that, he laid her carefully on the bed.

Hovering over her, he trailed little kisses along her neck, slowly making his way down to the hollow betwe
en her breasts. One hand slid over the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips. He wanted to ravish her, see all of her.

He fumbled towards the bedside table
, trying to reach for the light with his other hand when he felt Kate’s tiny little hand on his arm.

“The light,” he explained. “I want to see you.”

She pushed him off and he sat on the edge of the bed as she switched on the bedside lamp, filling the room with a soft, diffuse light.

“No,” she said. “I want to see
you
.”

Pushing his legs apart, Kate slid down between them so she was on her knees looking up at him. Her shirt was open, her breasts so full they seemed to be reaching out to him, her nipples outlined through the lace of her bra.

Tilting her head, Kate pressed her lips against his gently, then flicked her tongue along his lower lip. Daniel lunged forward, taking her in his arms for yet another deep, intoxicating kiss.

Without releasing her lips from his, Kate undid one of the buttons on his shirt.
Then another. Pulling back from the kiss, she slid her hands under the collar of his shirt and her mouth down along his neck. His skin sizzled at her touch.

Leaning back a little further, she wrapped her hands around each side of his shirtfront and ripped it apart
. She slid the fabric off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor.

Her lips curled to a wicked smile. “I said I wanted to look at you.”

He felt her drinking him in with her eyes and he, too, smiled. She could look all she wanted. He didn’t mind one little bit.

Once again, her lips were on his neck, his chest, and back up to his mouth, tongues
frantically intertwined.

Kate’s
hands slipped down to the waistband of his trousers as she undid the button and lowered the zip, sliding her hand into his pants and over his hardness. Her hand felt so little against his erection, her touch sending more blood pumping through his body. She stroked him gently through his boxers, then slid her hand beneath them, the soft skin of her fingers running along the bare skin of his length. God, it felt so good.

He ached for her. He wanted her now.

Daniel grabbed her forearms. She stopped stroking him but refused to acquiesce to his touch, as she slowly took to her feet.

Ka
te looked down on him with those clear grey eyes and a look that smouldered with passion. And something else perhaps. Power. He wasn’t sure.

She took a step back and whirled around, allowing her blouse t
o slip down her shoulders. When she turned to face him, her arms were crossed in front of her, pushing her breasts up.

Lower
ing her eyelids, she said, “I want you to look at me, too.”

She opened up her arms and as her blouse slipped further, she allowed the fine fabric to fall to the floor. Kate slid her hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing them together, then slipped her fingers down the bare skin of her waist and over her hips.

Her hips were undulating as her hands made their way to the back of her skirt and he heard the zipper slide down. She lowered the skirt slowly, exposing her flat tummy and the deep pink of her panties.

The
skirt fell into a pool at her feet. Kate was only in her underwear, the scraps of fabric doing nothing to hide that amazing body.

He trailed his eyes over the full breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the slender, toned thighs. She was wearing lace-topped stockings, the kind that stayed up on their own. They weren’t in his way. They could stay on.

But he wanted the rest of her clothes off.

Now.

A low moan escaped his lips as he reached towards her. She slapped both his wrists and he wondered what was going on.

“You can look.” Kate shot him a look to tell him who was in charge. “That’s all.”

Yet she wasn’t pushing him away. She was going to take her remaining clothes off herself. For him. His own personal striptease. At least he thought that’s what was coming. He hoped.

One hand on her waist, she slid her other hand over her hip, turning slowly as she moved her hips in a circular motion. Now that she was side-on to him, she pushed her bottom out and what a shapely backside it was. She didn’t need to turn around completely for him to know she was wearing a G-string.

Once again facing him, she undulated her hips and ran her hands up her body, crossing over her breasts. Daniel’s eyes were riveted as she pushed one shoulder forward and slid her fingers beneath the fine pink strap of her bra, lifting it off her shoulder to fall onto her arm. Then she pushed her other shoulder forward and repeated the motion.

She
slid her hands down along her arms and leaned forward so her breasts were spilling out of her bra. He saw a hint of pink areola. He was sure of it.

Before he could drink her all in, she spun around,
unclasped her bra at the back and slid it off completely. Glancing back at him seductively, she twirled the pink fabric into the air and tossed it aside.

Now the only thing in his way was that skimpy G-string which showed off the curv
e and shape of her bottom. As she turned slowly towards him, he didn’t know where to look first. He wanted to drink all of her in.

Dear God, what a body.
His eyes followed a line starting from the tips of her shoulders, going over the luscious roundness of her breasts, the skin so pale, her nipples so rosy as they reached towards him.

His gaze fell along the lush curves of her figure, along her slender legs
and back up to the sheer fabric that hid her sex. Only just.

She looked too good for words and he wanted her.

All of her.

Pushing her hips out, she hooked a thumb under the band of her G-string and pulled at the elastic. How he hoped it wou
ld snap. She inched closer to him and reached for his hands, placing them on her hips.

“The last part is for you to remove,” she said. “If you want to.”

As if there could be any question about that. He slid off the scrap of fabric. She slipped out of her heels at the same time.

Unable to control himself any longer, he lunged at her breasts with both hands, then wrapped his mouth around those tight nipple
s. Kate gasped with pleasure.

S
till, he couldn’t get enough of her, his hands sliding along her body to the brown curls that covered her mound. She was magnificent and he wanted all of her.