Louis hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth, one of her hands slid down his stomach, into the waistband of his jeans, the fingers of the other into the rings of hair at the back of his neck, throwing his head back. The bells on his wrist chimed. Lips pressed against her neck in a rough kiss. Then he felt the sting - the sensations teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain. But she stopped in time, not letting the pain kill the excitement vibrating in every cell, and Lou groaned.

For half an evening they played a funny game - they diligently pretended to be unfamiliar. Lou...