His mouth descended to hers again and this time she felt his hands on her shoulders, divesting her of her fluffy bathrobe with electrifying efficiency.

‘Jago!’ Suddenly aware that she was naked and he was still fully clothed, she pulled away from him, but he swept her into his arms and deposited her on the bed before she could even consider covering herself.

‘You have the most incredible body,’ he muttered, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt with considerably less finesse than he’d shown when he’d undressed her.

His shirt hit the floor and she stared, feasting on the sight of his muscular chest and flat abdomen.

‘You could help me,’ Jago suggested huskily, but Katy found she couldn’t move.

She just lay there, watching him, flattened to the bed by an excitement and anticipation so intense that it was almost painful.

She wanted him. Badly.

Every single part of her body ached for him to possess her.

Gloriously naked, Jago moved over her with the lithe movement of a jungle cat and all the confidence of a male with the upper hand.

‘Are you going to speak, querida?’ His soft, teasing tone made her insides melt and she shook her head, her eyes dropping to his incredible sexy mouth.

She was beyond speech.

With a soft laugh he lowered his head to within an inch of her mouth, hovering tantalisingly close, allowing their breath to mingle but still not touching her.

A slow burn began inside her and she shifted her hips, desperate to relieve the tension.

His attention drawn by her wanton movements, he gave an earthy groan and crushed her mouth under his.

His kiss was hot and hard and intensely sexual and she clutched at him desperately, writhing against him in an attempt to get closer still.

Breathing hard, he detached himself and worked his way down her body, using his incredibly skilled fingers to torment the hardened peaks of her full breasts.

She arched and cried out in desperation and his mouth replaced his clever fingers, his tongue teasing the damp tips with an erotic expertise that made her squirm.

She could feel his breath warming her and then he sucked her into the darkness of his mouth and she gasped in disbelief as she felt the sensation deep in her pelvis.

Instinctively she parted her thighs and immediately his fingers were there, exploring and teasing her in the most intimate way possible. He knew exactly how to touch her to create maximum sensation and soon she was beyond modesty or control.

She felt totally wanton, agitated and feverish, and he continued to torture her with pleasure, teasing her until she gasped his name in an agony of longing, desperate for him to give her the fulfillment she craved.

Driven totally wild by his leisurely exploration of her body, she twisted under him in a frenzy of almost unbearable anticipation, but he shifted his weight and held her still, refusing to give her the satisfaction she sought.