CHAPTER 18

          Within seconds the fear was burned away by the heat of Christophe’s mouth. Lara quivered in response, and thought became far too much of a challenge. He bent his dark head over the full swell of her breasts and her fingers speared helplessly into his thick black hair.

          His lips pulled on a taut pink nipple and a whimper of sound escaped from her convulsed throat. He lingered there, toying with her sensitive flesh until every skin cell went on red alert and every nerve ending tautened in sizzling anticipation.

          Her hands gripped his smooth brown shoulders and skimmed in near-desperation over the tautness of the muscles flexing in his back. Lara felt as if she was being consumed. There was no breathing space between one spasm of response and the next. Sensation took over and she was mindless in the grip of it