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wariness in his eyes. He might act the hard, invulnerable, untouchable male, but every once in a while something flickered in that polished amber gaze, revealing a hidden emotion he couldn’t quite conceal.
    But what was that emotion?
    Isabelle leaned even closer, looked deep into those dark, watchful eyes.
    ‘Why don’t you kiss me, Luis?’
    Luis stilled suddenly and the narrow-eyed glance he shot her was sharp, assessing, full of suspicion.
    ‘What is this, belleza ?’ he demanded harshly. ‘Are you planning on seduction?’
    She tried a smile to disarm him but even she could feel it wavering at the corners.
    ‘You’re going to have to do it some time. That is, if we’re to have this proper marriage.’
    ‘Oh, I see. This is a way of saying yes without actually admitting that you’re giving in?’
    ‘It might be.’
    ‘Isabella…’
    It was a growl of warning, impatient and rough, making her stomach clench in sudden apprehension. But she’d started this. She had to go on—right to the finish.
    ‘I’ll tell you what…’
    She tried to pitch her voice at a huskily seductive level and knew that she had succeeded as she saw the flare of response deep in his eyes.
    ‘Why don’t you kiss me and we’ll see? If what you say is true—if that compatibility is still there, then maybe I will agree to your terms.’
    And she would know from the way he kissed her whether she was deceiving herself totally or not.
    Her mouth was almost touching his now, and the sweet scent of her skin surrounded him, awakening every cell in his body, sending the hot, honeyed pulse of desire raging along his veins. He couldn’t have resisted her if he’d tried.
    And he didn’t want to try.
    One kiss, he told himself fiercely. One kiss and one kiss only. Just enough to prove to himself that he wasn’t the fool he feared he was where this woman was concerned.
    ‘ Está bien! ’ he muttered roughly, reaching out and closing his hands hard over the fine bones of her shoulders.
    With a rough, jerking movement he pulled her towards him in the same moment that his head came down and his mouth fastened over hers. He took her lips with such force that they opened involuntarily under his, giving him access to a more intimate invasion.
    She gave a small, gasping sigh into his mouth as her tongue met his and her hands slid up to tangle in the raven silk of his hair, pulling his head down even further, to deepen and prolong the kiss.
    And in that second he knew he was helpless. Knew that he could no more deny his feelings than he could tear himself away from her. His heart was racing, his breath coming in raw, uneven snatches, his head swimming under the sensual onslaught of the passion that blazed deep inside.
    His body was hard and tight, his need so intense it was a burning pain. He couldn’t get her close enough, couldn’t touch her enough, his hands moving restlessly over her slender frame, stroking, caressing, feeling. Yearning fingers closed over the thrusting curves of her breasts and his breath caught roughly in his throat.
    ‘Luis…’
    It was a moan of response against her lips and she crushed herself even closer, pushing the warm weight of her flesh into his cupped palms.
    ‘ Dios , Isabella, mi belleza …’
    All his English had deserted him. He couldn’t have formed asingle word in any language but his own to save his life. He couldn’t think, could only feel, only knew that if he didn’t possess her here, now, this very second, he would die from wanting…
    Isabelle felt as if her bones were melting in the heat of her desire. She had lost track of just why she had started this in the first place, only knew that it felt right, perfect, the most natural thing in the world. The only thing in the world she wanted.
    She shifted slightly on the settee as Luis pulled at the enfolding weight of the velvet skirt, tugging it upwards. Her heart seemed to beat high up in her throat as he slid hot fingers up the length of her legs