As one of the hooks caught her tender skin and she winced, he grunted curtly, 'God, you're as thin as a boy!' Emma might have died with shame at his disparaging remark if she hadn't sensed his faint intrigue. Suddenly, as his hands continued moving over her, she felt his heart begin beating heavily. 'You must have something, if other men fancy you.' This revolted her so much she began struggling again, trying to fight her way out of his arms as well as from the drugging effect of his lovemaking which threatened to overwhelm her. 'Rick!' she cried, 'You're mistaken. There's nothing about me.' 'Supposing you shut up and let me find out for myself?' he growled. 'No…' she pleaded brokenly, while suddenly finding it impossible to deny him any longer. As his mouth crushed punishingly down on hers, she found herself defeated as much by the strength of her own feelings as anything else. There was only her body held tightly against him and a hot, sweet tide of desire drawing her heedlessly on to meet the rising demand of his passion.
