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  I’d put my shoes back on to come upstairs, but kicked them off now as I turned to face him. He tossed his jacket onto the chair. With the heels on, I was an inch or so taller than he was, but in my stockinged feet I found I could kiss him very nicely without doing more than pushing up a little bit on my toes. My arms went naturally around his neck. His, around my waist.

  I thought he might kiss me, but he looked into my eyes, instead. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” I answered. My fingers toyed with the fringy edges of his hair in the back.

  Slowly moving in a circle, Niall danced with me there in front of the enormous hotel room bed. He’d taken off his shoes, too, and the soft shush-shush of our feet on the carpet was our only music, but we didn’t need more than that. He eased me closer, right up against him. My cheek found a natural spot to rest in the curve of his neck.

  I wanted him to kiss me. Morning would be here in a few hours, but it still felt as though the night stretched on in front of us, endless and full of possibility. I was fine with waiting.

  His hands moved from my hips to my ass, pulling me a little closer. Heat curled in my belly. I nuzzled his skin and let my tongue creep out to taste him.

  He shivered, and I smiled.

  “I want to kiss you again,” he said against my hair.

  I looked at him. “So kiss me.”

  “I didn’t know if I needed to ask permission or something.”

  I laughed, though I wasn’t sure if he was joking. “Why would you have to ask permission?”

  “Isn’t that how you do it?”

  Ah, we were back to that again. He was fascinated; I was horny. I stepped back.

  “This,” I said, fisting a handful of the front of his shirt, “is how I do it.”

  I turned him, and he let himself be turned. I pushed him, and he let himself be pushed. Backward onto the bed, he fell a little harder than I think he expected, but I was already climbing up to straddle him. My fingers tugged open his buttons, one by one, and spread open his shirt so I could run my hands up the smoothly muscled plane of his belly and chest. Beneath me, his cock was hard, but I didn’t touch him there with my hands. The pressure of my body was enough for now, the squeeze of my thighs on his hips.

  I put my hands flat on his chest and leaned to offer him my mouth, which I held above his just far enough that he’d have to strain a little to reach it. “Kiss me.”

  In those last few seconds, I wondered if he’d refuse. A flash of something in his eyes, a small twist in his smile. But then he was kissing me, hard, his hands all over me. Mine all over him.

  Mouths open, tongues searching. He hissed when I raked my nails down his chest, though I did it lightly, nowhere near as fiercely as I’d have done with someone else. I pinched his nipples next, and he growled.

  Yes. Growled. Low and raspy in his throat, a wolf-like noise. Both his hands came up to grip my wrists and stop me from moving my hands.

  Both of us were breathing hard, staring into each other’s eyes. Slowly, never looking away from me, Niall rolled his hips to nudge his hard cock against me. Then again. When I tried to shift, he held me so tight there was no way I could, not without truly fighting him, and I didn’t want to do that.

  The third time he rocked me against his erection, I moaned. His grip loosened a little on my wrists. I kissed him, nipping gently at his lower lip. Then licking it.

  Niall dug his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. I gasped a little. His look of smug triumph, that gleam of satisfaction, shot a bolt of electric heat straight to my center. I might like being on top, but that never meant I couldn’t enjoy a little good old-fashioned hair pulling.

  He rolled us both until I was under him. Dress around my hips. I hadn’t dressed for seduction tonight, leaving behind my fancy garter belt in favor of one with more vintage styling. It doubled as a foundation garment to keep all the lumps and bumps of ladyhood in place. My stockings, plain nude with a utilitarian band at the top instead of pretty lace, were also not what I’d have considered sexy, but at the sight of them, Niall paused.

  “Damn.” He pushed up on his knees to get a better look.

  Pleased, I stroked a fingertip down one garter strap. “You like this?”

  “Yeah.” He ran his hands up my calves, over my knees. He stopped at the stocking tops to let his fingers touch the metal clips. “Very sexy.”

  I had a dozen far sexier bits of lingerie in my drawer at home, but I didn’t try to dissuade him. I sat up and pulled my dress off over my head then tossed it onto the chair. I almost never wore a bra, but in honor of going to synagogue I’d put on a silky, clinging bralette that did nothing to hide the fact my nipples had gone diamond-hard. Propped on my elbows, I watched Niall’s hazel eyes go dark with desire as he took me all in.

  “So fucking sexy.” He undid his belt then his trousers and shucked them off. He wore dark boxer briefs, already tenting.

  I grinned with delight. “More, more, more.”

  “Greedy.” Niall crawled up the bed to cover me with his body. Settling between my legs, several layers of clothing still a barrier, he rocked against me as he found my mouth again. Then my throat, nibbling.

  It had been a long, long time since I’d just made out with someone this way. Dry humping. It made me laugh, and he pulled away to look at me.

  “What?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Just...this is unexpected.”

  He ran a hand over my breasts then my belly, which jumped under his touch. “Are you okay with it?”

  It was the right question. He’d been confident to this point. Leading me, as I allowed myself to be led. But in that moment he proved himself to be a gentleman, as well, even if he was doing things to me that someone’s grandma wouldn’t approve of.

  I took his face in my hands. “Yes. Are you?”

  “Yeah.” He turned his face to kiss my palm. Then the inside of my wrist, just over the rabbit inked there. “What does this mean?”

  “It’s to remind me of something important.”

  He rolled off me to look more closely at the tattoo. I thought he’d ask me what was simultaneously so important yet so forgettable that I’d felt the need to permanently ink it into my skin, but he asked a different question. “Why a bunny?”

  “Because,” I said, rolling him onto his back so I could straddle him once more.

  He accepted my nonanswer. He did not accept when I slid my hands up his arms to pin his wrists. Laughing, he twisted to break my grasp.

  “Maybe you want to tie me up,” he said.

  I sat up, not fighting to keep him held. With my hands on his chest, I leaned to whisper in his ear, “You should stop assuming you know me.”

  Then we were kissing again, and there was no room for words with Niall’s tongue in my mouth. With his hand sliding between us to stroke me through my panties, and then inside them, his fingers finding me already wet. He groaned at that. His gaze went unfocused, and I drank in that look as I always did, gorging myself on that moment when need began to overpower rationality.

  “Slower,” I said into his ear when his fingers worked too fast.

  He slowed. “Better?”

  I shivered, closing my eyes and resting my face against his shoulder. “Yes. Like that. Oh...”

  “I want to be inside you, Elise.”

  Laughter shuddered out of me, breathless and full of need. “Yes. That, too.”

  “I don’t have anything with me.”

  His slowly stroking fingers had eased me to the edge of orgasm, but I shifted now to look into his eyes. “Hmm. That could be a problem, huh?”

  Niall rolled us again so that we lay side by side. He kept his hand in place, though he stopped moving. “I want to...”

  “Fuck me,” I breathed, watching his face for a reaction, which, oh, yes, he gave me.

  His eyes half closed for a moment before he focused on mine. “Yes. I want to fuck you.”

  I reached between us to cup his cock. “Good.”