His mouth hovered above hers and he could feel the warmth of her breath mingling with his.

‘Stop me, Jenny.’

She stared up at him helplessly, enthralled and hypnotised by his burning gaze. ‘I can’t.’

His mouth brushed lightly against hers and he groaned as delicious sensation arced through his tense body. ‘I’ll hurt you.’

‘You wouldn’t.’

Her tongue flickered against his lips and Alex gave up all attempts at restraint.

He touched his mouth gently to hers, dipping his tongue inside, persuading her to open for him. And she did. His hand still locked in her hair, he kissed her deeply, tasting her sweetness, feeling her shuddering response against him.

Her tongue tangled with his and she kissed him back without restraint, kissed him until the blood throbbed in his veins and he felt as though his body might explode.

He knew he ought to lift his head to let them both breathe, but kissing Jenny was shockingly addictive and he couldn’t bring himself to end it even for a moment.

His free hand slid downwards and heat flared inside him as he gently drew a thumb over one pebbled nipple. She gasped against his mouth and he repeated the movement and then slid his hand under her T-shirt, his whole body throbbing with the need to have her naked under him. He unclipped her bra without the slightest difficulty and then finally dragged his mouth away from hers.

She lay looking up at him, flushed and fevered from his kiss, her eyes totally trusting.

He knew he should stop.

He was going to stop.

And then she breathed in deeply and he heard the jerk in her breath and felt the brush of her nipple against his searching fingers.

Unable to help himself, Alex slid her T-shirt up, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

She was small and delicate and utterly female, and the male in him struggled to control the powerful surge of desire that swamped his body.

Aware that he was torturing himself, he lowered his head and flicked at one dusky pink nipple with his tongue, groaning as it hardened under his skilled touch.

She gasped his name and clung to the muscles of his shoulders as if she was falling and he was the only one who could keep her safe.

But he wasn’t going to keep her safe.

He was going to hurt her.

He always hurt women.

He lifted his head and gave a soft curse, fully intending to end the kiss while they both still could, but his eyes locked onto her nipple, glistening damply from his touch.

Her breathing was shallow and her hips writhed subtly against the sheets as she sought to relieve the incredible tension that was building inside both of them.

She was all softness and warmth and feminine temptation, her eyes and her body begging him for more, and Alex, who had never lost control of his reactions in his life before, suddenly lost control