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his way down from the responsive mouth, along the line of her jaw, her neck. He paused for a second or two at the spot where a pulse throbbed at the base of her throat, kissing there too, stroking it with his tongue, so that he felt under his lips the way that her pulse kicked up again, beating ever faster than before.
    ‘You taste wonderful…so good.’
    He felt her flesh quiver under the words, heard her sighing moan of acquiescence, and couldn’t hold back the laugh of triumph and delight that bubbled up inside him. More kisses took him to where the delicate peach-coloured strap of her bra lay just by the smooth, rounded curve of her shoulder. With his hands busy on her waist, tracing patterns on hertorso, he used his teeth to tug at the silky fabric until it slid down over her arm, the lacy cup of the bra lowering too.
    ‘Touch me…touch me…’ Estrella moaned in a litany of need, her voice thick with an echo of the aching hunger that suffused every inch of his body. ‘Touch me…really touch me.’
    Ramón laughed again, taking those slow, tantalising kisses even lower, across the scented slope of her breast and down, down towards the sensitive spot where her swollen pink nipple pressed against the peach lace.
    ‘Is this what you want, querida? ’ he muttered as his mouth grazed the erect tip. ‘Or this?’
    This time his tongue slid around it, drawing tiny, erotic patterns that made her shudder in uncontrolled response.
    ‘Or this…’
    His lips closed over the darkened nipple, drawing it totally into his mouth and alternately suckling it and swirling his tongue around it until she was crying aloud in agonised delight.
    He’d never known a woman so responsive to him. Never experienced the hot intensity of need that felt as if molten gold were flowing along his veins instead of blood. Estrella’s head was thrown back, her black hair falling in a wild stream down her narrow back, her body arched against the thickly padded arm of the chair.
    He couldn’t wait a moment longer. He had to have her now. Had to know what it felt to be inside her, to be connected with her in the most complete, most total, most intimate way.
    His hands fumbled blindly at the fastening of her jeans, snapping it open and wrenching down the denim and the slip of satin and lace beneath in one swift, forceful movement. His mouth moved lower too, kissing a line from her breasts, past her navel and into the dark cluster of curls atthe juncture of her thighs, feeling her writhe and tighten beneath him as his kisses reached the most feminine part of her.
    Her fingers were in his hair, clutching and tugging, alternately pulling him closer then almost, but not quite, pushing him away as if she just couldn’t take the intimacy or the pleasure any longer.
    They were sliding down from the chair, tumbling onto the floor, the polished wood cool against bared skin. And as they went Estrella was tugging at his shirt, yanking it free at his waist, wrenching the buttons open as rapidly as she could. Hunger made her fingers clumsy and he heard the fine fabric tear at one point but couldn’t give a damn. What she wanted, he wanted too and that was the feeling of flesh against flesh, without the barrier of any clothing.
    Eagerly helping her, shrugging off the ruined shirt and flinging it across the room, he muttered against her ear.
    ‘Estrella, mi estrella. My beautiful star. Sweetheart—we can’t do this…’
    Can’t do this? The words were like a dash of cold water in Estrella’s heated brain.
    Can’t do this?
    How could he say that now? Now when she was so close to the edge her body was screaming in its need. When she knew that she had to have Ramón make love to her or die from the burn of frustration. When all her thoughts, all her needs, all her fantasies were concentrated on just one thing…
    ‘Can’t?’
    Her voice was hoarse with need.
    ‘Can’t? But—’ She protested again and heard his soft laughter warm her cheek.
    ‘Not