CHAPTER 9

          The first brush-like stroke of his mouth on hers was cautious, even a little hesitant, a bit like a goose feather. It was so soft Ava wondered if she had imagined it. The second was firmer, with a hint of growing urgency, but the third tasted of desire hot and strong, rocking Ava straight to the core.

          She opened her mouth to the searching glide of his tongue, her insides turning to jelly when that deliciously erotic contact was made. The kiss became more urgent, more passionate, more out of control and Ava was swept away with it.

          It felt so wonderful to be held in his arms again, to have his hands at her waist, holding her trembling body against the heat and strength of his. Federico was hard and getting harder as every second passed, the hollow ache in her body echoing the pounding of his blood against her