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if she wasn’t careful.
    He took a step closer. ‘Your stuff is in the dryer, won’t be long.’ Ran a finger down the side of her face, then reached back and unpinned her hair.
    ‘Don’t –’ Too late. Her hair tumbled down and her whole body swayed towards him of its own accord. He slowly twirled a ringlet of her hair round his finger and she didn’t feel like she dare move; a tug, a gentle pull that sent a tingle through her scalp, all the way down between her thighs. She swallowed. ‘Maybe I …’ Should go, but she didn’t want to. His thumb brushed over her lips and they parted automatically so that she could taste his skin, run the tip of her tongue over the salty flesh. ‘I can’t, I shouldn’t, you’re bad news for me, you know.’
    He ran the thumb up over her cheekbone. ‘Really?’
    ‘You’ve just given me a day to remember for all the wrong reasons.’
    ‘I could make it a day to remember for all the right reasons.’ His breath was warm against her neck. His fingers played in her hair, sending bad thoughts through her body.
    ‘No.’ It didn’t sound convincing even to her own ears. ‘Who was that woman?’
    ‘Later.’
    His finger moved slowly across her lips and she caught the tip instinctively between her teeth, circled it with her tongue, her gaze locked with his.
    ‘Can I kiss you?’ There was something about the catch in his voice that seemed to tug her closer to him.
    She might have nodded, or she might not, but he knew. The warmth of his palm was against her neck, his fingers at the nape and then threading through her hair, massaging gently until she couldn’t help but close the gap between them. She wanted him, needed him. His mouth was above hers; the tip of his tongue ran over her lips as his hand reached out for her waist and he eased her gently back until the cold of the wall hit her shoulders.
    A man touching her waist turned her on, and she was already turned on something rotten, but when the heat of his hand hit her skin under the towel something deep inside her slowly unfurled. And so did the towel, dropping to the floor between them.
    He nibbled along her lower lip, pulling and tugging as she threaded her fingers through his hair and tried to pull him closer. A kiss had never been quite this tempting or teasing. The gentle chuckle reverberated through her body and then he had her wrists in his hand and had pulled them above her head.
    ‘Slowly, querida , we don’t rush the good bits.’ His thumb circled lightly over the skin at her waist and she groaned. ‘You like that?’ He bent down briefly and sucked on the soft flesh, which was worse. Tons worse. Oh yes, she liked that; she liked it so much that her nipples were tight buds and her pussy was doing a dance all of its own.
    She shut her eyes.
    ‘Open your eyes and look at me.’ He was staring straight at her, inside her, and the tiny twist of anticipation in her stomach started to swirl. He ran his tongue over her lips again, then pressed his mouth to hers, gently teasing her mouth open until he could run his tongue over the tips of her teeth, which was ecstasy and agony wrapped up in pleasure. She whimpered, pressed her thighs together as the moisture built between her legs.
    Her tongue met his and his grip tightened slightly on her wrists, but he didn’t press against her, he kept the agonising distance between them, holding her waist firm as she tried to push her hips forward. A grip that tightened as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, as he played his teeth along the edge of it until her whole body seemed to be throbbing. She could taste his lust, the sharp tang of need mingled with the mellow fruit of the wine, and more than anything she wanted to pull him closer, demand more, but he just ignored it as she pulled against his hold of her wrists. He was strong, far stronger than she was; he held her effortlessly, and just knowing made the anticipation build more.
    Her eyes closed as his mouth explored