The Secret That Shocked De Santis. Natalie Anderson

her own surrender. And for a split second she froze.

      His pupils dilated.

      Before she could run he reached for her, hauling her back into his fierce embrace, kissing her with such a passion that her knees actually buckled. She looped her arms tight around his broad shoulders, kissing him back, revelling in the sensation of her breasts pressed against his shirt. She clung and she didn’t care. Lust, savage and raw, overruled everything.

      ‘What’s your name?’ he asked, his hands roving up and down her spine as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her.

      She didn’t answer.

      ‘I’m not going to let you go until you tell me.’

      She didn’t know what made her do it. Maybe it was annoyance at his arrogant assumption that she’d do as he asked—even though they both knew she would. Or perhaps it was the newborn imp within her, wanting to test him. She felt him tense again and her anticipation heightened.