When the Devil Drives

Nothing in her limited experience had prepared her for Cal's kiss andnothing could have done. He held her ruthlessly, crushing her softbreasts against the hard muscular wall of his chest, twining his handin her still-damp hair to hold her still, while his lips plundered hers,relentlessly, hungrily—and endlessly.She couldn't breathe. The scent of his skin filled her nostrils with asudden and desperate familiarity. Tiny coloured lights dancedfrenetically behind her closed lids. She felt physically overpowered,totally at his mercy. She thought she might be going to faint, and withthe thought came a surge of anger, and contempt for her ownweakness.He muttered against her lips, 'Open your mouth,' and in a flash shesaw her salvation. Pliantly she obeyed. She felt his sigh ofsatisfaction, was aware of his clasp slackening slightly so that hecould turn her in his arms, to hold her more easily against his body,and as he relaxed she bit him hard, sinking her teeth into his lower lip.Cal jerked his head away, swearing, lifting a hand almostunbelievingly to his bleeding mouth.'You little shrew!''Try explaining that to your latest woman!' Joanna flung at him. 'And,from now on, keep your distance from me.'He took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at the blood. Toher fury he was grinning again.'Not now I've had a taste of delights to come, sweetheart.''You'll get nothing more from me as long as you live! You might havebeen able to take advantage of the situation today, but I'll make sure itnever happens again.'