Page 30 of From London, With Love

“There are no security cameras.”

“What? Yes there are? Why are you talking about security cameras?”

“There are no cameras, trust me.”

I can almost see the wheels spinning in that pretty head of hers. I grasp the hem of her skirt in my hands and roughly push it up her thighs.?

“Last chance; want to take it back?” Holding her gaze, I watch as her lips part ever so slightly. Her neck catches my eye as she swallows, hands coming to rest beside mine, which are still holding her thighs.

“What are you talking about?” Her voice is anything but uncertain despite the question she asks.

“Unless you take back what you said, I’m going to prove how wrong you are. My skills are the blueprint for fictional men.”?

As if without thinking, she lets out a scoff. Immediately realising what she’s done, Lara’s eyes go wide, and a hand slaps over her mouth. All I can do is grin up at her.?

“I guess I’ve got my answer.”

I don’t wait for her to respond. My hands are on her in an instant, gripping her by the hips and pulling her to the edge of the chair. The sexy little gasp she lets out tells me she didn’t mind the strength behind that pull one bit.

I gaze up at her from my position between her knees. My heartbeat slows momentarily as I take her in. Lara’s gaze is filled with desire as her dilated eyes meet my own.?

She’d never admit it out loud, but I’ve caught her looking at me with the same expression on more than one occasion. It’s always when she thinks I’m not paying attention, but the joke is on her: I’m never not paying attention to her.?

Refusing to break eye contact with the angel in front of me, I slide my hands up her thighs, stopping an inch below their apex.?

“Tell me to stop, love.” My self-control is wavering—and fast.

The light blue hue of her eyes darkens as she gazes down at me. That plump bottom lip of hers is pulled into her mouth, teeth raking over it as she gives the slightest shake of her head. If I blinked, I would’ve missed it.?

With that, my self-control snaps. Fuck, she’s going to undo me.

Left hand firmly planted on her hip, the fingers of my right hand gently trace down Lara’s centre. I can feel the warmth emanating beneath her underwear, and my cock twitches in my trousers. Lara draws in an audible breath as I pull her underwear to the side with one swift tug. Fucking hell, she’s so wet already.?

Lara may act unaffected by me, but she can’t deny this. The fact she’s almost dripping with need, yet I’ve barely touched her, is concrete proof she’s not as disinterested as she pretends to be. I fuckingknewthis wasn’t one-sided. Now I need her to admit it. Perhaps a little old-fashioned edging will do the trick? Oh, who am I kidding? Once I taste this pussy, I won’t be able to stop myself from devouring her.

Practically salivating at the sight of her bared in front ofme, I bring my face within inches of her, breathing in deeply. Lara lets out a groan, her hips tilting closer to my face.

“Your eagerness is working wonders for my god complex.”

“I wouldn’t be getting too cocky if I were you, Darcy.” Somehow, she manages to smirk down at me whilst batting her eyelashes.Little vixen.“In my head, you’re not you. You’re a combination of all my favourite book boyfriends.”

Oh no she didn’t.

“Is it customary down under to insult men knelt between your legs, or is that a Lara specialty?”

“Do you really want to go there right now? I mean I’m happy to discuss the men who’ve been in your position, but?—"

“That’s quite enough, you’ve made your point.” My words come out lower and huskier than expected. “But once I’ve had my way with you, you won’t even remember those arsehole’s names—fictional or otherwise.”

Lara lets out a nervous laugh. The sound is far too sweet and innocent for someone who’s about to be wrecked in the least innocent of ways.

This banter-style foreplay is certainly a first for me. I’ve never had a woman challenge me the way Lara does. It’s sexy as hell, but I think that’s due to who she is and the effect she has on me as much as it is the actual interactions themselves.

Not wasting any more time, I slide my tongue out between my teeth and toward its goal. The moment the tip makes contact with Lara’s clit, she whimpers. Fuck. I didn’t think it was physically possible for my dick to strain any harder against my trousers. With featherlight touches, the tip of my tongue grazes her clit teasingly.

Lara lets out another whimper, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest noise I’ve heard. Keeping my tongue on her clit, I look up at her. She stares down at me with glazed eyes, the tension in her muscles visible as I peer up the length of her body.

“Could your fictional men do this?” I tease, flashing her a wicked grin. “I can’t wait to feel you squirm beneath me.” I don’t hesitate, just devour.

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