When the Devil Drives

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again, deeply,achingly, breathing her breath, drinking the moisture from her lips.Joanna's whole body was shaking suddenly, that strange innerwarmth turning to swift uncontrollable flame as she began, almostdazedly, to respond to his kisses. The little warning voice in her brainwas crying in despair that this should not—could not be happening,but her mind was no longer in command of her flesh's urgency. Shehad never been kissed like this before—had never known or wantedto know how it could be. Now, frighten- ingly, she was parched withthe barrenness of her existence till this moment—thirsting for theknowledge that only this man—her mortal enemy—could impart.This was wrong—so wrong, she thought, her mind and body reeling.At any moment she could sink to the floor at his feet, as boneless andlacking in will as a puppet. At any moment...Cal tore his mouth from hers with a little groan, and stood lookingdown at her for a moment, his breathing ragged, colour flaring alonghis high cheekbones. Joanna swayed towards him almost blindly, herhands reaching up to lock behind his neck, as if he were the solereality in a world gone mad.And her need, her desire, was part of that madness.As she moved, Cal's own hand slid down the supple length of herspine to the small of her back, urgingthe lower part of her bodyforward until it ground with devastating intimacy against his, makingthe layers of clothing between them meaningless.He parted the lapels of the robe, sliding down the strap of her blacksilk camisole, and baring one rose- tipped breast. For a long momenthe gazed down at her, his face stark, then, drawing a long breath, hetouched her, his fingers moulding the delicate flesh, bringing hernipple to aching, throbbing life. Joanna cried out, half in pleasure,half in dismay, her head falling back to surrender the long vulnerable