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fury of desire for her.
    ‘But I haven’t got all day, so get a move on.’
    He braced himself just to look at her. No one spoke to him like this —no one. He would never tolerate any mention of previous partners, never entertain censorious comments. But she did it. And he was loving it.
    ‘You think …?’
    She lay still. Just for a moment. Her hair was a spill of the darkest rum, her eyes diamond black in the hollows of her satin-skinned face. Mesmerising. Absorbing. So beautiful.
    Something hovered between them in that second. Heavy, humid, portentous.
    And then, like a tide taken at the flood, they grabbed for each other.
    She pulled at his shirt—fingers grabbing, nails scratching. Vaguely aware of his wound throbbing, he filled his hands with her. Hauled her dress up and over her hips. She tried to scrabble towards him, to get at more of his clothes, but he had to see her and touch her. Had to.
    He pinned her to the ground with his hand and stared at her slender bones, at the tiny triangle of her panties. She was so delicate, so feminine … Another jolt of lust made him even thicker. Even harder. He grabbed the fine fabric that covered her in his fist and tugged. She yelped and breathed out hard. But she still clambered to clutch at him as he balled the shredded silk and tossed it aside.
    ‘I liked those,’ she said.
    ‘You put them on knowing I’d take them off. Didn’t you?’
    ‘You’re so hot for yourself—aren’t you, Hurricane?’
    He grinned at her again—couldn’t help it. She fired him up to be a little more rough, a little more bold.
    ‘I’m hot for you. ’
    He pulled her dress right up to her waist, exposed her nakedness to his hungry eyes.
    ‘You’re perfect.’
    She was. Exquisite. The neat V of dark hair drew his gaze, and as the words left his lips he parted her flesh and slid his fingers home.
    Like a wild beast calmed, she stilled, threw back her head, closed her eyes and moaned. She was swollen and soaked. Just as he’d known she would be. As he’d always remembered. Her clitoris was engorged, begging for his touch, and he circled and slid his finger over it just once. Her cry echoed off the walls and went straight to his heart.
    ‘I’ve got to taste you, hermosa. ’
    Hands to her hips, he slid her swiftly up the silk rug. She hauled at her dress, dragged it over her head and unhooked her bra. She lay back in the moonlight, clothes cast around under the domed ceiling. She was some bewitching fairy or nymph, clouding his head. Entrancing him. Robbing him of sense.
    He lifted her hips, held her open under his gaze, drinking in the moonlit sight of her that he’d never had a chance to see properly in those few stolen minutes years ago. Then he bent his head until his lips and tongue lay between her splayed legs. And then he lapped her, tasted her and relished her.
    She had orgasmed in seconds that first time. Caught him completely by surprise. And herself. He doubted she had even known what had happened. He’d catapulted himself out of bed in shock.
    But this time as her legs tensed, her arms gripped hisand she burst apart, pulsed and jerked in his mouth. As her cries echoed in the hallway he held her in place and licked at her until she thrashed her arms and legs and begged him to stop.
    ‘Rocco—Rocco, please!’
    The words rang out, almost dragging him out of his frenzy. And then he was lifting her, hugging her up, plastered against his body, striding along the hallway, taking them both to his suite. She hung her head on his shoulder, lay limply in his arms.
    ‘Is that what it takes to calm you, Frankie? I must remember that …’
    She felt so soft in his arms, lying back quietly as he paced past closed doors. Light was beginning to flood in through the huge stained glass window that marked the end of the hallway and the door to his suite.
    ‘I’m only taking a moment …’ She smiled, then tipped up her face, softened by dawn’s golden light.
    God, she was even