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He leapt on the spark of assent and sought to fan the fire with sords of his own ‘What is it, sweet Sienna? Sweet, sweet Sienna,’ he whispered His lips touched the base of her throat, teasing it with the tip of his tongue—an erotic and neglected area, or so he had been told—and her little moan told him that his inforan to stroke his fingers down the curve of her hips, taking great care to avoid the obviously erogenous zones ‘That pleases you?’

She felt the pulsing of her blood, felt the words spill from her asped ‘Yes!’

Unseen, he s over her bottoression of his ainst hiain, to cup the pert globe with possessive fingers Of course she was responsive! Was he forgetting what kind of woer down, for it made him harden even more And it was not his wish to just rip her panties off and drive into her He would make her eat her defiant words of the other day in the most delicious way possible

And she would beg him to do it to her!

He teased her and excited her, drifting his fingertips along her thighs, skittering thery fork of her, but, like a man spoilt for choice at a feast, he deliberately stayed away fro until last

‘Hashiasped in wonder, as he tiptoed sensation all over her skin, ignited it where he touched, leading her down a path so unbearably sweet that she could scarcely believe this was happening

His ht out the classic place of seduction—a bed—then it ht allow time for reality to snap into focus and break the spell He felt hiht, hard as he realised that it was going to have to be here Here! Like a schoolboy with no place to go—but the thought of that, too, excited hi he had ever encountered before, and as always the novel had an intoxicating power all of its own

When he touched her leg she made no objection He could feel her impatience and he rewarded it with the slow slide of his hand beneath the fil the cool satin of her inner thigh to the sound of a tiny moan made at the back of her throat

‘You like that?’

What could she say? Especially as his fingertips were now skating over the , her heart was thundering, and war overwhelmed her For only Hashim could make her feel this way—this alive—this wonderful Like one of those statues brought to life at the end of a play, able to live properly at last ‘Y-yes’ She shuddered ‘You know I do’

‘Then hold ed ‘Hold me’ And as her hands fluttered up to catch hold of the broad bank of his shoulders he gave a grim kind of smile That was not exactly what he had meant, but for noould have to do