Bewitched in Budapest (Xcite Romance) by Justine Elyot Read Free Book Online Page A

tomorrow. But is a risk – in the Eighth District, not such a good area. But getting better, you know?’
    ‘Gentrification,’ I murmured. ‘Up and coming areas are nearly always good investments.’
    ‘I don’t know what you are saying. But area more popular now with professional people and students. Baross utca has lots of old buildings, bad condition, but can be fixed. Maybe it can work. We see tomorrow.’
    The tram stopped and we jumped off hand in hand and ran to the apartment building.
    János used his keys to let us in and practically flung me inside the front door before pinning me to the wall and descending into a devouring, ravenous snog. Our pelvises bumped and ground together, our belt buckles and jeans buttons clashing and locking.
    Drowning in the tidal wave of passion he’d released, I clung to him, wanting my fingerprints all over him, every part of his body touched and felt and conquered.
    With nobody to tut at our thrusting tongues, we let them do their worst, biting lips, sucking, licking greedily.
    ‘You come to bed?’ he panted, urgently hoarse.
    ‘Yes.’
    We staggered, still entwined, through the apartment to the bedroom and fell sideways on the bed to grapple some more. My starving fists closed around his sweater and yanked at it, wanting it off, but he manoeuvred me on to my back and covered my face and neck with kisses while his hand crept down my top.
    Slowly, clumsily, with many breaks to kiss some more, we discarded garments one by one. My top went first, then his broad tanned chest made itself visible and we rolled round and round, smashing our bodies together, drinking in the feel of skin against skin until he had to unclip my bra for the full effect. He spent delirious ages on my breasts and nipples, doing everything possible to them and then more, using hands, fingers, lips, teeth, hard chest, soft tongue. Only when my nipples were painfully stiff and my crotch a hot mush inside my jeans did he move back for another kiss and let his hands wander to my belt buckle.
    This was nothing like any sex I had ever had in my life. It went way above and beyond what I’d thought were the boundaries of arousal. This mindless, animalistic need for his touch would have been frightening if I’d had the capacity to stop and think about it. But thought was gone, waving at me from an invisibly distant shore, left for dead by this grasping, panting, grunting force of need.
    He undid the belt and wrenched open the buttons, his fingers pressing down inside, printing themselves bluntly around my pubic triangle. His kisses were like bites now, demanding and fierce. I wriggled my hips, trying to help him dislodge the denim. He reared up on his knees and tugged them off, peeling my knickers halfway down in the process. He fell upon me again and we writhed and play-fought through more huge, bruising kisses, dry humping as we went.
    I nearly broke three fingernails in the process, but I got his jeans off in the end. Lying with my head by his feet and my feet by his head, I felt him reach to remove my knickers for good. His cock was hard, pushing into my stomach through his boxers. I rubbed myself against it until he wriggled out from underneath me and straddled my hips, cotton-covered cock nudging my bare bottom, hands firm on my shoulders.
    That was when the bedroom door opened.
    ‘Oh my God!’ Jodie, rucksack hanging from one shoulder, covered her mouth with a hand.
    I screamed and buried my head in the duvet while János shouted something – words of extreme frustration, I gathered – in Hungarian.
    ‘Oh my God, János. You don’t waste any time, do you?’
    ‘Why you are here? You go to Balaton with a man, Ruby tell me.’
    ‘Yeah, well, he turned out to be not all that. Fucking hell, Ruby. I can’t believe you fell for the charm and the patter. You’re so sensible.’
    ‘Could we have this conversation somewhere else? With clothes on?’ I muffled into the duvet.
    ‘Yeah, I’ll leave you to