A Flare Of Heat (H.E.A.T. Book 1): A Romantic Crime Thriller Series by Nicola Claire

Author:Nicola Claire [Claire, Nicola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

"Don't fuck this up!"

I may have stroked a little too forcefully. Damon just bit my bottom lip.

"Hey!" I managed in a muffled voice, only to feel his hand curve over my butt cheek and use that hold to pull me up on my knees.

He kept kissing me too, not letting me up for air. His fingers kneading my butt, making the material rise up higher and higher until I was sure the curve of my cheek could be seen by the rest of the room. Heat flooded my face, made me suck in a sharp, annoyed breath of air through my nose. My hands lifted from his thighs to his chest, in preparation of pushing him back.

He broke the kiss, leaving the hand on my arse where it was and bringing his free one up into my tousled hair. He gripped the strands tightly, but not too painfully, tipping my head back on my neck.

He ran a hot, wet tongue up the line of skin from my collarbone to my ear, and then whispered, "And now we're not being watched. We've passed the test."

I closed my eyes and fisted my hands in his shirt, then asked, "Is my arse on display?"

His head rose slightly to look over my shoulder, a small amused glint flashing in amongst the dark brown. He stared at a spot some distance across the room, I was picking it was a mirror, and then started to stroke the skin of my exposed butt cheek, a rough sound rumbling up from his chest.

"Damon," I chastised.

"Sorry." He didn't sound too sorry. "Got carried away. Why don't you climb on up here and then you can start watching the room in the mirror at my back."

He had chosen the spot with care, it alleviated some of the panic I'd begun to feel. I rose unsteadily to my feet, ashamed that I had reacted at all to his little distraction scene. To my horror, my dress rode up higher on each thigh as I positioned myself above his lap, my knees bracketing his hips.

A vibration started up in his chest, amusement plain to see on his face, as he gripped my waist and hauled me flush against him, then pushed down until I was straddling his groin, g-string to jeans. He was rock hard beneath them.

I didn't move, fearful that it would start a humping session neither of us would be able to stop. Damon seemed a little still as well.

"Can you see the bar?" he asked, voice strained.

Oh, yeah. The bar.

I settled into my position, trying to look relaxed, and glanced over his shoulder, orienting myself to the room in the mirror. I had to shift slightly, change my angle, but eventually I had a fairly clear line of sight from where we sat, across the raised stage, to the brightly lit bar and the two barmen tossing bottles and serving drinks.

Damon started stroking down my back, seemingly lazy circles of his palm over the lace. His hips

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