‘You’re dating a Brazilian model,’ she reminded him desperately, and he gave a groan of denial.
‘Not any more.’
Trapped by his ferocious masculinity, she felt the tension in the room rise to an almost unbearable degree.
‘End it,’ he instructed softly, his eyes dropping to her parted lips and clouding hungrily, ‘or stop looking at me like that.’
She couldn’t get the air into her lungs. ‘I’m not looking at you—’
‘Yes, you are.’
Without warning he took her mouth in a kiss so explicit in its intent that her senses went into freefall. With a rough exclamation he hauled her against his powerful body, the sensual onslaught of his kiss creating an excitement so wild that she couldn’t help but respond. Fevered by his touch, she kissed him back, locking her arms around his strong neck, feeling the heat of his body pressing through the thin fabric of her dress.
His breathing fractured, he lifted a hand and tugged roughly at her hair, discarding the clips impatiently until it tumbled in a silken mass over his arm and down her back.
With a groan of satisfaction he sank both hands into the soft waves that he’d released, anchoring her head against the relentless onslaught of his skilled mouth.
‘I love your hair.’ He muttered the words against her mouth, moving his lips over hers, exploring suggestively with his tongue until she went up in flames.
How could she have forgotten what it felt like to kiss Jago?
Instead of pulling away, she pressed herself closer to him, quivering with response as he kissed her senseless.
Her body softened under the hard possession of his mouth, her insides melting as his tongue probed and teased in an erotic reminder of more intimate moments.
‘Jago, please…’ She was out of her mind with excitement, her whole body consumed by a wild hunger that was totally outside her control.
She needed him so badly.
It had been so long.
The hot demands of his mouth intensified and she started to shiver, held in the grip of an electrifying force so powerful that that she thought she might explode.
She felt frantic.
Desperate.
When Jago finally dragged his mouth away from hers, she staggered slightly, grateful that his fingers were gripping her arms so tightly. If they hadn’t been, she would undoubtedly have fallen.
Aghast and embarrassed by the uninhibited way she’d responded to him, she freed herself from his grip and backed away, deriving some small satisfaction from the fact that Jago looked as stunned as she felt.
Maybe he wasn’t quite as cool and in control as he liked to pretend.
He sucked in his breath and took a step backwards, reaching out to steady himself as he almost tripped over the chair.
His dark eyes burned into hers. ‘You definitely need to call Freddie.’
With that parting shot he turned and strode out of the room, leaving her staring after him in trembling disbelief, feeling intensely vulnerable.
What had she done?
She’d kissed Jago.
And that hadn’t been any old kiss. That kiss had been as close to sex as it was possible to get without removing clothing.
She groaned in mortification. Knowing Jago, he wasn’t going to let her forget it. He was self-confident and arrogant enough to have taken that response as a green light. From now on he’d be pursuing her with all the subtlety of a herd bull.
Shocked and confused, she sat on the edge of the bed until the sound of the doorbell disturbed her.