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she wanted so badly to be possessed by him. "I can't wait to leave. I wish I could leave right now."
                  "You're lying." Now it was his turn to flip the quiet accusation on her. "I felt you in the pool earlier. You might remember how deeply I felt you." As he spoke the word, she felt the stroke of a finger across the crotch of her underwear, but he gave her nothing more. Cara tried to summon the wherewithal to hold perfectly still beneath his toying caresses, but it was not going well for her. "You let me inside you, Cara. I never imagined you would be so tight."
                  "You can't have had long to imagine it," Cara noted quietly.
                  "Since I first laid eyes on you," he said. "I've wanted absolutely nothing else. I barely slept at all last night, and that was before I'd even spoken to you. The thought of your body beneath the sheets that I owned… It seemed cruel that I shouldn't be beneath them with you. I don't think I've ever met someone as exquisitely and effortlessly sexy as you are. And that fire…" Simon breathed in suddenly, and Cara realized he wasn't talking about the one burning in the hearth beside them. "What a temptation you are."
                  "Just let yourself be tempted, then." Cara pushed back against him, and now it was Simon's turn to shudder. "Come on," she egged him. The fire in her, the fire that enflamed Simon, made it sound almost as if she had just issued a challenge. "I promise I won't think you're a bad host if you take advantage of your position."
                  Simon had risen to kneel before her in the chair. Cara uncurled her legs, and was pleasantly startled when the man grasped her thighs and yanked her against him. Seeing him momentarily lose control of his urges for her was an incredible aphrodisiac. Cara threaded her arms around his neck to keep herself upright, moving in for a kiss in the same instant she ground her hips against his.
                  Simon moaned deeply, and Cara took advantage of his helplessly parted lips to return the kiss he had given her back in the pool. Their tongues met in a hot tangle, and she slowly undulated against him all the while, relishing the pelvic friction. She felt Simon's hand come up beneath her ass to grip it, completely oblivious to the obstruction of her skirt; his fingers pressed against the tissue-thin fabric of her underwear from behind as he grasped her rear, dictating the rhythm of her movements. It wasn't long at all before Cara felt the telltale bulge in the front of his pants that told her she was doing an excellent job. She aligned it for her next upward sweep, and was rewarded for her efforts when they both gasped aloud into the kiss; were they not wearing clothes, they would already be fucking. The thought sent a dark thrill through her, and she insistently thrust her hips against him again. The hands on her waist pushed her to an immediate stop, and she could see that Simon was breathing raggedly.
                  "I can't," he said. "This is a mistake, with you. I'm your host, and…you shouldn't feel as if you owe me anything, Cara. It's best if I don't let myself get into this position with you again."
                  Simon rose, and Cara shifted forward in the chair, pulling her skirt back down. She was too aroused to feel properly angry this time; there was confusion, certainly, but also a vague sort of amusement felt at Simon's expense. The Englishman who had proved himself so adept at seduction looked ruffled, torn between his duties as a host and his desires as a man. His auburn hair, still just a bit too long, fell in his face, and he pushed it back distractedly.
                  She watched him leave the room, still aching for him, but she didn't follow after him. She took satisfaction in the fact that there was only one place he could escape to with an erection like that, and that