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With a groan that was part protest, part relief, Rafe gave in to the desire to taste her.

Lily’s mouth was soft and pliant, and unexpectedly hot. Still finding it difficult to breathe, he pulled her even closer, plundering her willing sweetness with his tongue until he was forced to take a breath.

Her submission was as incredible as it was eager, and when he’d dragged his mouth from hers he buried his face in the hollow between her shoulder and her neck.

‘Por Dios …’ he muttered hoarsely, aware that he was near to losing it. But when she gave a little moan and wound her arms around his neck Rafe knew he had fallen into a trap of his own making.

As he inhaled her scent he knew he’d never dreamt that he might be seduced by her youth and inexperience. How could he have known that her lips would excite and inflame him until his body was bathed in her heat? When he’d thrust his tongue into her mouth he’d revelled in its possession. Querido Dios, his control had almost been swept away.

Aware that the fire he had created was threatening to consume him, Rafe curled his hands about her nape. Her silky hair tumbled over his fingers and he badly wanted to go on kissing her. But this was madness, he told himself. It couldn’t be allowed to win.