Free The Spaniard's Love-Child by Kim Lawrence Page B

strand through his fingers and watched it slither free. The sight seemed to fascinate him. ‘I don’t think so.’ His deep, accented voice had a drugging, hypnotic quality.
    He lowered his dark head until his face was on a level with hers. Holding her eyes, his traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue. The compulsion to touch her own tongue to his was one she could no longer repress.
    She felt a deep sigh shudder through his body as he wound his fingers into her hair, preventing her drawing back, only Nell felt no desire to pull back—she was hooked! Nothing in her life had prepared her for what she was feeling.
    â€˜This feels…’
    â€˜I know…’ A throaty sound of encouragement vibrated in his throat as their breaths mingled. He pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. The teasing butterfly caresses continued. If this tentative probing, the advance-and-retreat technique, was meant to leave her wanting more, it worked—oh, it definitely worked!
    Nell’s hands were balled into fists. She was shaking and her entire body convulsed with anticipation and longing by the time his tongue slid deeply between her parted lips. The searing kiss plunged her into a world of unimaginable delight; she responded with instincts she didn’t know shepossessed with a hunger that seemed a match for the rampant demands of his skilful lips.
    When they broke apart, Raul, with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her a little way from him and looked into her passion-glazed eyes.
    â€˜Well, now I know.’
    Nell blinked in a bemused fashion up at his fabulous face and wondered if he was going to do that again.
    â€˜Know what…?’
    â€˜I know what it feels like to kiss you. I know why Javier didn’t mind people sniggering behind his back.’
    Nell flinched as though he had struck her and stepped back. Raul’s hand fell from her shoulders and he made no attempt to re-establish contact. So was that what it had been about—his curiosity, some nasty little experiment? Her chin went up. She would have died before she’d let him see how much he had hurt her.
    â€˜And now I know how you kiss and, let me tell you, it wasn’t so very marvellous.’
    â€˜Perhaps I should employ you on a permanent basis? To deflate my ego,’ he added.
    She felt bereft and close to tears. ‘I suspect the novelty of someone telling you when you’re being impossibly arrogant would wear off pretty quickly,’ she responded with a dry laugh.
    â€˜You consider me arrogant?’
    â€˜I consider you something else, Mr Carreras,’ she replied, her body still shaken by intermittent tremors.
    â€˜I think we should be on a first-name basis now, don’t you? Under the circumstances…’
    â€˜Now, as much as I’m enjoying this frank exchange of views, do you think we could get back to why you tracked me down here?’
    â€˜You are very businesslike.’
    â€˜No, but I am hungry.’ Their eyes met and she flushed. ‘For food,’ she snapped angrily. Actually, food was a pretty good idea; she had skipped lunch and had a sickening headache, which she knew from painful experience would get worse if she didn’t eat something soon. ‘It is late,’ she reminded him, glancing pointedly at her watch. ‘And you still haven’t told me anything you couldn’t have over the phone.’
    â€˜I could not have kissed you over the phone.’
    â€˜I knew there was a reason I liked telephones. Now, shall we get down to business?’
    â€˜Am I keeping you from a dinner date?’
    â€˜Dressed like this?’ she responded, placing her hands on her slim, denim-covered hips. With a rueful smile on her lips, she looked up and found his eyes were fixed on the curves her actions had draw attention to. When the expression in those dark, glittering depths snuffed out her smile and sent her stomach muscles into