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got this completely wrong. That her memories of that first kiss on the day they had met had been all wrong, a mistake, a delusion she had dreamed or her imagination had created out her own longings. But a moment later she heard his sigh and his mouth softened against hers, taking the kiss and returning it easily and lightly.
It was nothing like that first kiss. In fact it was the exact opposite of that hard, almost cruel taking of her mouth, but gentle as it was it woke the same feelings, the same burning hunger as that moment. In the space of a heartbeat it was as if the first, faint smoulder of awareness had ignited, flaring into an all-encompassing flame that swept through her, carrying her into another world. One of heat and hunger and pure sensation that made her head spin wildly.
Oh thank heaven, was the only thought that slid through the burning haze in her mind before her thought processes closed down completely. Thank heaven that she hadn’t got it wrong. That she hadn’t been imagining things and the wild, fierce hunger really was there between them. The wild, fierce hunger that she remembered, that she had dreamed ofknowing again. The hunger that had driven her into this crazy scheme in the first place and that she prayed would see them through.
And this…
The words were still sounding in Ramón’s head when her lips first touched his but they were the last reasonably coherent idea he was capable of forming. From the moment that he felt Estrella’s mouth on his, tasted her on his lips, on his tongue, it was as if some huge explosion in his brain had short-circuited all his thought processes, turning them into a blazing, molten mess that could register nothing but heat.
His body was hot. His thoughts were hot. His hunger was hotter than any of them.
His fingers closed around the tops of her arms, encircling them almost totally as he hauled her up from her seat on the chair and crushed her tight against him. Adjusting his position a little and angling his head just so, he managed to change the emphasis of the kiss so that instead of her kissing him, now he was kissing her, taking her mouth with all the force of the passion that had him in its grip.
The heat in his veins made his blood pound until the sound of his own pulse was like thunder raging at his temples. There was only one thing he was aware of in the world and that was Estrella. Estrella with her smooth skin and her slender body. Estrella with the long, flowing black hair.
That hair was caught up in the pony-tail at the back of her head, frustrating him when he wanted to run his fingers through it. With a swift tugging movement he pulled off the band that held it tight, discarding it somewhere on the floor as his hand combed down the long, silky strands.
The feel of its softness against his face, the faint fragrance of some herbal shampoo, added fuel to the flames of hunger that were building inside him. Tangling his hands in the fallof her hair, he twisted it slightly, curving his palm against the shape of her skull, holding her where he wanted her, with her mouth locked with his.
‘Ramón…’
It was a gasping cry as she dragged in a much-needed breath, and somehow the sound of her voice acted on him like a trigger, bringing him instantly to the point where kissing was not enough. Where he needed more. So much more.
He needed all of her. All she had to give. And he needed it now.
The linen jacket was tugged off her shoulders, down her arms and dropped onto the floor at their feet. The white, clinging tee shirt followed it swiftly, the sudden rush of the scent of her warm skin, her heady perfume assailing him with a force that made his head swim. His mouth was hungry for the knowledge of her skin, for the feel of its satin texture under his lips, the taste of it on his tongue.
Her hands were on his thigh; at his waist. The lightness of her touch was almost an agony for him when he wanted so much more. He groaned against her skin, kissing
It was nothing like that first kiss. In fact it was the exact opposite of that hard, almost cruel taking of her mouth, but gentle as it was it woke the same feelings, the same burning hunger as that moment. In the space of a heartbeat it was as if the first, faint smoulder of awareness had ignited, flaring into an all-encompassing flame that swept through her, carrying her into another world. One of heat and hunger and pure sensation that made her head spin wildly.
Oh thank heaven, was the only thought that slid through the burning haze in her mind before her thought processes closed down completely. Thank heaven that she hadn’t got it wrong. That she hadn’t been imagining things and the wild, fierce hunger really was there between them. The wild, fierce hunger that she remembered, that she had dreamed ofknowing again. The hunger that had driven her into this crazy scheme in the first place and that she prayed would see them through.
And this…
The words were still sounding in Ramón’s head when her lips first touched his but they were the last reasonably coherent idea he was capable of forming. From the moment that he felt Estrella’s mouth on his, tasted her on his lips, on his tongue, it was as if some huge explosion in his brain had short-circuited all his thought processes, turning them into a blazing, molten mess that could register nothing but heat.
His body was hot. His thoughts were hot. His hunger was hotter than any of them.
His fingers closed around the tops of her arms, encircling them almost totally as he hauled her up from her seat on the chair and crushed her tight against him. Adjusting his position a little and angling his head just so, he managed to change the emphasis of the kiss so that instead of her kissing him, now he was kissing her, taking her mouth with all the force of the passion that had him in its grip.
The heat in his veins made his blood pound until the sound of his own pulse was like thunder raging at his temples. There was only one thing he was aware of in the world and that was Estrella. Estrella with her smooth skin and her slender body. Estrella with the long, flowing black hair.
That hair was caught up in the pony-tail at the back of her head, frustrating him when he wanted to run his fingers through it. With a swift tugging movement he pulled off the band that held it tight, discarding it somewhere on the floor as his hand combed down the long, silky strands.
The feel of its softness against his face, the faint fragrance of some herbal shampoo, added fuel to the flames of hunger that were building inside him. Tangling his hands in the fallof her hair, he twisted it slightly, curving his palm against the shape of her skull, holding her where he wanted her, with her mouth locked with his.
‘Ramón…’
It was a gasping cry as she dragged in a much-needed breath, and somehow the sound of her voice acted on him like a trigger, bringing him instantly to the point where kissing was not enough. Where he needed more. So much more.
He needed all of her. All she had to give. And he needed it now.
The linen jacket was tugged off her shoulders, down her arms and dropped onto the floor at their feet. The white, clinging tee shirt followed it swiftly, the sudden rush of the scent of her warm skin, her heady perfume assailing him with a force that made his head swim. His mouth was hungry for the knowledge of her skin, for the feel of its satin texture under his lips, the taste of it on his tongue.
Her hands were on his thigh; at his waist. The lightness of her touch was almost an agony for him when he wanted so much more. He groaned against her skin, kissing
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