"Let’s go to bed," she whispered daringly.

His mouth hardened. "Yes," agreed Bennett, in an odd kind of voice. "Why don’t we?"

Without warning he shut the door with an echoing slam, then picked her up and carried her towards a vast double bed which was covered with a lavish embroidered red coverlet.

A tight little knot of desire was unfurling low in her pelvis, filling her with yearning and impatience. Even her senses seemed to have gone into hyperactive mode: her fingers filtered through his springy black hair and rejoiced in the silken texture while the already familiar scent of his skin acted on her like an aphrodisiac.

"You...