Her lashes lifted. 'I would do just about anything for chocolate…'

Her voice faded away and her mouth ran dry on the glittering blaze she met in his intent golden eyes. On a level of understanding she had not even known she possessed she recognised his hunger and she leant forward without even thinking about what she was doing and sought his hard, sensual mouth again for herself. With a hungry growl, Andreas came down on his knees and kissed her until the blood drummed at an insane rate through her veins and her head swam.

'I'll buy you chocolate every day,' Andreas promised huskily.

'You know… I wasn't meaning anything provocative,' Hope warned him anxiously.

'I know.' Long fingers framed her cheekbones while his eyes devoured her. 'I find that straightforward streak of yours very refreshing.'

'Other people call me blunt-'

'Whatever, I don't meet with much of it,' Andreas admitted thickly, his hands not quite steady on her. 'I also want you so much it hurts to deny myself. That's a first for me.'

Hope felt utterly unlike herself. It was as though at that first kiss she had become an alien inside her own once familiar skin. She felt wild and greedy and joyous and as tempting as Cleopatra. All the years of stoically repressed regret at the manner in which life was passing her by, all the wistful longings and fanciful dreams that crowded out the fertile imagination she hid behind a front of no-nonsense practicality finally got to break free. Andreas was the embodiment of her every fantasy.

'A first for me too,' she confided breathlessly.

He unbuttoned the coat and then froze, a rare glint of confusion in the wondering appraisal he gave her. He had no grasp of quite how the situation had developed but he couldn't make himself let go of her. 'We have to be out of our minds.'