Sated by Lucy Felthouse Page A

me and we can enjoy them both?”
    Her invitation could not have been more blatant, but Angelique was in no mood for subtlety.
    He nodded eagerly. “Okay.”
    She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders then retrieved her handbag. As they left the dressing room, Tom took Angelique’s hand in his. It sent a little thrill of desire trembling through her, and she hoped they wouldn’t bump into Mick. She liked the guy too much to let him see that one of the punters had succeeded where he’d failed.
    The walk back to her apartment was mostly uphill, away from the bright lights of the bars and clubs clustered near the seafront. Tom matched the pace of his steps to hers, as she trotted along in the fuck-me heels that were so impractical but gave her the all-important extra few inches of height that brought her head on a level with his. They seemed enveloped in a little bubble where nothing mattered but the other.
    “So, tell me what brings a guy like you to a burlesque club,” Angelique said.
    “Oh, that was Lucas’ idea. He reckons I’ve been shut up with my work far too much recently, and I needed to come out and play.”
    “And what is this job that’s taking up all your time?”
    “I’m a sculptor. I’m just putting the final touches to an exhibition that’s going to be held at the Pavilion. Part of the Cities After Dark project—I don’t know whether you’ve heard of it?”
    So that was how she knew the name. She’d seen details of the event on a poster fixed to some railings near the Clock Tower.
    “Sounds interesting.”
    “Oh, I could bore you with the details for hours, if you wanted. This is my first major exhibition, and I’m so excited about it.”
    They turned the corner, and in moments were standing on Angelique’s doorstep. As she put the key in the lock, Tom encircled her waist with his hands. He dropped a kiss on her collarbone, where it was left exposed by the shawl, and that was all it took.
    They half fell through the open door and into the hallway, colliding with a bicycle that one of the students who lived in the ground floor flat kept chained up there.
    “ Merde , now we’ll have woken everyone in the building up.” Angelique barely knew her neighbors, though she occasionally saw one or other of the students if they were staggering home at the same time as she arrived back from Club Peekaboo.
    “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Tom paused on the stairs to kiss her again, on the lips this time.
    His mouth was warm and soft, and she realized with a shock just how long it had been since she’d been properly kissed.
    By the time they reached her front door, Tom had pulled off her shawl, and she had loosened his tie and undone half of the buttons on his shirtfront. Need pulsed through her veins, and when she gazed into his eyes, she saw that the pupils were wide with lust.
    Angelique dragged Tom into her flat without effort. Her strength and muscularity didn’t seem to surprise him. Perhaps he put it down to her gymnastic dance routines.
    She pushed him up against the wall and quickly undid his shirt the rest of the way. He shrugged his jacket off, then the shirt, and Angelique smiled at the sight of his bare, brawny chest. His skin was tanned an appealing shade of honey. A small, deeply buried part of her envied his ability to spend time in the sun.
    Tom drove the thought from her mind by mashing his mouth to hers, while with one hand he groped for the zip on her dress. She went limp in his arms as he stripped the garment from her, only stepping out of it once it had dropped to the floor.
    This wasn’t how she’d envisaged the seduction. She’d planned to take him up to the roof garden, where they could have drunk wine and maybe enjoyed a few stolen kisses. But his blood was roused, and she could scent his excitement, more subtly masculine than the sharp, intoxicating stink of his friend, the wolf.
    Don’t think about him. He has no place here…
    Tom brought her back to