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scene of the crime? Or was it the bubbly? She didn’t know, but when at last he looked at his watch and got to his feet, she followed him to the door and he turned and took her in his arms and hugged her briefly.
    â€˜Thank you, Daisy. You did amazingly well today. And you’ve been really helpful over all this kitchen planningnonsense. I couldn’t have done it without you, I wouldn’t have thought of half those points.’
    â€˜You’re welcome. I have just done it, so I know what the pitfalls are. And thank you , anyway. You bought the dinner—again. And you shared the bubbly.’
    His mouth twitched into a smile. ‘But I stole your brains. Fair exchange.’
    He had. Stolen her brains. All of them. If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have gone up on tiptoe and kissed him, touching her lips lightly to the corner of that smiling mouth, the slight rasp of stubble on his lean, male cheek making them tingle. She wouldn’t have turned her head so that their lips collided.
    And when he groaned and slid his arms around her, she wouldn’t have curled hers around his neck and threaded her fingers through his soft, silky hair and given him her mouth.
    He took it with a low moan, sipping and tasting and coaxing, and by the time he lifted his head she was beyond coherent thought.
    â€˜Daisy, I have to go,’ he said, his voice a little roughened.
    No! Stay. Please stay. Make love to me.
    Their eyes locked, and he let out a shaky sigh. ‘Don’t,’ he whispered soundlessly.
    â€˜Don’t what?’ she croaked, wondering for a hideous second if she could have said it out loud.
    â€˜Don’t look at me like that.’
    Her heart stuttered. ‘Like what?’ she whispered.
    â€˜Like that ,’ he said fervently, cradling her cheek in his palm, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. ‘As if—oh, hell, this is such a lousy idea,’ he muttered as his mouth found hers again, and she went up on tiptoe and opened her mouthto him and whimpered as he took it in a kiss so hungry, so urgent, so fiercely needy that it rocked her world.
    â€˜ Daisy…! ’
    The groan tore through him, echoing in her body, ricocheting around inside it and unsettling all her fragile resolve.
    She wanted him. It was sheer lunacy, but he was perfect, everything she’d ever wanted in a man, and she needed him so much …
    â€˜Ben…’
    He lifted his head and searched her eyes, his own almost black with this incredible need that seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere and caught them both in its grip.
    She moved away a fraction, to give him a chance, and waited, her hand held out to him. For a breathless, endless age he stood there, those dark eyes trapping hers, and then, just when she thought he was going, he lifted his hand, threaded his fingers through hers and locked them tight.
    She led him upstairs to her bedroom on legs that could hardly support her weight.
    Her case was still lying on the floor, there was a pile of clean underwear on the top of the chest of drawers and her work clothes were scattered all over the carpet where she’d dropped them, but they picked their way through the chaos to the bed, and then he turned her into his arms and brushed his lips lightly over hers.
    His eyes were serious. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’
    Sure? Not really. Want? Absolutely. It was the craziest thing she’d done in years, but if she couldn’t hold him, touch him, feel him—
    She nodded, and he slid his wallet out of his pocket and pulled a little foil packet out and put it on the side. Her lidsfluttered closed. He wasn’t going. He was going to stay, going to make love to her.
    And how. His fingers gathered up the hem of her top and drew it carefully over her head, his breath catching as he looked down at her, and she was glad she’d washed her favourite bra.
    The clip gave to the touch of his hand, and then her breasts were