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from the passion and she probably sounded like she was begging for more. And her body was shamelessly shouting out “shag me, shag me”.
    ‘Yes, afraid I do.’ He was still too close for comfort, but he didn’t look like he’d touch her again.
    ‘I’m not some stupid idiot you can manipulate.’ Sex-starved idiot maybe, but not stupid. ‘If you think you can grope your way into my good books you’ve got another thing coming.’
    ‘Grope? You call that a grope?’ He had that eyebrow raised again. ‘And why would I manipulate you?’
    ‘Huh. You want a good review maybe? You said you wanted to talk.’
    He shrugged, and actually laughed. Only a small laugh, but enough to wind her up, which was better than feeling horny. ‘You think that’s what that was about?’
    ‘Oh, go and run back to your pregnant wife.’
    He uttered something which she took to be an oath – asking for a beer was close to her limit as far as Spanish went. Then, before she could react, he closed the gap between them and grabbed her by the upper arms. ‘This is what I’d do if I was trying to manipulate you, querida .’
    The first kiss had been a gentle, tempting caress. A tease, a promise. This wasn’t. His mouth came down hard on hers. She gasped, opened her mouth to object, and then found she couldn’t. Strong fingers tangled deep into her hair, pulling her head back as his tongue explored, tasting her, sending need straight between her already damp thighs. He sucked on her tongue gently so that her lips opened wider, then more forcibly, until the judder of want was tracing a line from her hardening nipples to her throbbing clit.
    Her whole body was begging to be touched as she tried to press herself closer, willing him to reach out, cup her breast in his strong fingers, pull her tighter to him, but he didn’t. He didn’t let her touch him, didn’t let her get close enough to feel the hardness of his cock, to feel his heat against her even though she could see the outline of his erection, and she could taste his lust in her mouth. His grip on her upper arm, in her hair, never shifted. This was total agony of temptation.
    Abruptly he pulled back, still holding her arms, and she swayed. His face was still only inches from hers and he was breathing almost as heavily as she was.
    ‘You bastard. Let go of me.’
    ‘So you can slap me?’ There was a slight twist to his lips.
    ‘You’re not worth the effort.’ OK, she was panting, which lent a lie to the words, but she had to say them.
    ‘Don’t say you didn’t like it.’ His gaze had drifted down, and she knew he was looking at her nipples, which were peaking against her thin top as though they had an escape plan all of their own.
    ‘I might have liked it, but it doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.’ His grip on her arms eased slightly and she suddenly wanted him to grip her tighter, push her back onto the bonnet of the car … No, no, no , Ellie, do not go there.
    He moved one of his thumbs, brushing against her breast, his gaze still fixed on her chest.
    ‘Don’t you fucking dare.’ She stamped on his foot, which was a bit of a waste of time, from the grin on his face, but at least it made her feel a bit better. And it made him look up.
    ‘You want me to, really.’
    Christ, those dark eyes were dancing and he had the naughtiest, most tempting look on his face. She did want him to.
    ‘I don’t do sharing.’ That came out croaky; she tried to clear her throat.
    ‘Sharing? Ah yes, my pregnant wife.’ He chuckled, which sent a tremble right through her body, a tremble she was pretty sure he felt by the way his fingers tightened slightly around her.
    ‘It’s not bloody funny. I saw you, in the car.’ That mouth was damned hypnotic; she could have sworn she was swaying towards him. So much for drinking wine on an empty stomach. It had to be that. His crap food was inedible, so she hadn’t eaten for hours.
    ‘That was Danielle, and she’s not my wife. I’m sorry she