said huskily.
'Please,' she began unsteadily. 'I -I must get back.'
'Must you?'
His fingers slid her blouse from one creamy shoulder and then she felt the warmth of his mouth caressing her skin. Her whole body seemed to be a mass of unfamiliar emotions, most persistent of all was a desire for him to go on caressing her.
'Vincente,' she murmured achingly. 'This is crazy!' Her breath was swift and uneven.
'Yes, isn't it?' he muttered, caressing her bare arm with his hard fingers while his mouth sought the nape of her neck. 'You smell divine, Dominique, put your arms round my neck.'
'No,' she said, managing to turn her face away by a great effort of will power.
'Yes,' he commanded a trifle thickly, and with hard deliberate hands he pressed her mouth to his, his fingers in the silky mass of her hair. She tried to push him away, but her hands came up against the hard strength of his bare chest and seemed unwilling to obey the dictates of her brain. Instead, they slid round his neck, drawing him even closer, and she found herself clinging to him, allowing the force of his passion to destroy all her inhibitions.
John had never kissed her in this way, so that she seemed to be drowning in feeling, sensual feeling. In fact she wasn't, at all sure he was capable of doing so. There was something wholly primitive about Vincente Santos's emotions that seemed to penetrate her whole being, seducing her to complete submission.
Then, firmly, he put her away from him, and merely sat looking at her with lazy eyes as she confusedly fastened the buttons of her blouse and endeavoured to restore some order to her tousled hair.
'No, don't,' he said huskily. 'Leave it. I like it the way it is. You look very desirable. Come back to the house - my house - now.'
Dominique did not trust herself to speak. She merely shook her head wildly, aware that something terrible had happened and she must not allow it to continue.
'Dominique,' he said persuasively. 'Don't be afraid! You know you want to.'
'No,' she said jerkily. 'No, you're wrong!'
'Prove it,' he said, his voice harder now.
'How?' she looked at him with eyes that were still a trifle glazed from her emotions.
'Come and have lunch with me!'
She shook her head again. 'No. Nol' Opening the car door she slid out and without another word she set off to run down the road towards the Rawlings' house. The heat was intense now and the unfamiliar exercise brought a film of sweat out all over her body, but she had to get away, and she knew x he wouldn't allow her to do so without a struggle. The trouble was that the biggest struggle was taking place inside herself. She had wanted to go with him, he had been right!
Once she glanced back, but the car was still parked where she had left him. To turn he would have to make a good many moves, and she knew he would not take the trouble. He had no need. He thought that sooner or later she would give in.
What frightened her most was the realization that she thought so, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
D OMINIQUE slowed her steps before she reached the Raw- lings' house, but even so, she felt hot and uncomfortable, a feeling that was heightened when she recognized John sitting on the veranda with Harry and Marion, drinking lager and smoking cigarettes. She wondered desperately whether Marion had made any insinuative remarks concerning herself and Vincente Santos, and it was difficult to appear casual with so many disturbing thoughts on her mind.
'Enjoy your walk?' asked Marion silkily, observing Dominique with her usual intensity.
'Thank you, yes. Hello, John, you're early!' She managed to give a faint smile that included Harry. 'Gosh, it's hot now!'
'Have you been running, Dominique?' asked John, in surprise. 'You needn't have done. You're not late.'
Dominique seized this remark, and said: 'I wasn't sure what time it was, and I wanted to get changed before you arrived.'
Marion tapped ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. 'Er - did you see Mr. Santos?' she
'Please,' she began unsteadily. 'I -I must get back.'
'Must you?'
His fingers slid her blouse from one creamy shoulder and then she felt the warmth of his mouth caressing her skin. Her whole body seemed to be a mass of unfamiliar emotions, most persistent of all was a desire for him to go on caressing her.
'Vincente,' she murmured achingly. 'This is crazy!' Her breath was swift and uneven.
'Yes, isn't it?' he muttered, caressing her bare arm with his hard fingers while his mouth sought the nape of her neck. 'You smell divine, Dominique, put your arms round my neck.'
'No,' she said, managing to turn her face away by a great effort of will power.
'Yes,' he commanded a trifle thickly, and with hard deliberate hands he pressed her mouth to his, his fingers in the silky mass of her hair. She tried to push him away, but her hands came up against the hard strength of his bare chest and seemed unwilling to obey the dictates of her brain. Instead, they slid round his neck, drawing him even closer, and she found herself clinging to him, allowing the force of his passion to destroy all her inhibitions.
John had never kissed her in this way, so that she seemed to be drowning in feeling, sensual feeling. In fact she wasn't, at all sure he was capable of doing so. There was something wholly primitive about Vincente Santos's emotions that seemed to penetrate her whole being, seducing her to complete submission.
Then, firmly, he put her away from him, and merely sat looking at her with lazy eyes as she confusedly fastened the buttons of her blouse and endeavoured to restore some order to her tousled hair.
'No, don't,' he said huskily. 'Leave it. I like it the way it is. You look very desirable. Come back to the house - my house - now.'
Dominique did not trust herself to speak. She merely shook her head wildly, aware that something terrible had happened and she must not allow it to continue.
'Dominique,' he said persuasively. 'Don't be afraid! You know you want to.'
'No,' she said jerkily. 'No, you're wrong!'
'Prove it,' he said, his voice harder now.
'How?' she looked at him with eyes that were still a trifle glazed from her emotions.
'Come and have lunch with me!'
She shook her head again. 'No. Nol' Opening the car door she slid out and without another word she set off to run down the road towards the Rawlings' house. The heat was intense now and the unfamiliar exercise brought a film of sweat out all over her body, but she had to get away, and she knew x he wouldn't allow her to do so without a struggle. The trouble was that the biggest struggle was taking place inside herself. She had wanted to go with him, he had been right!
Once she glanced back, but the car was still parked where she had left him. To turn he would have to make a good many moves, and she knew he would not take the trouble. He had no need. He thought that sooner or later she would give in.
What frightened her most was the realization that she thought so, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
D OMINIQUE slowed her steps before she reached the Raw- lings' house, but even so, she felt hot and uncomfortable, a feeling that was heightened when she recognized John sitting on the veranda with Harry and Marion, drinking lager and smoking cigarettes. She wondered desperately whether Marion had made any insinuative remarks concerning herself and Vincente Santos, and it was difficult to appear casual with so many disturbing thoughts on her mind.
'Enjoy your walk?' asked Marion silkily, observing Dominique with her usual intensity.
'Thank you, yes. Hello, John, you're early!' She managed to give a faint smile that included Harry. 'Gosh, it's hot now!'
'Have you been running, Dominique?' asked John, in surprise. 'You needn't have done. You're not late.'
Dominique seized this remark, and said: 'I wasn't sure what time it was, and I wanted to get changed before you arrived.'
Marion tapped ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. 'Er - did you see Mr. Santos?' she
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