Belle’s heart was racing as Diego led her to the library.  The strength in his hand made her own feel weak and small.  Yet somehow she liked that, felt protected by it.  Before she could fix him a drink, he had pulled her into his lap and started kissing her again.  As he spoke of Spain, his fingers danced lightly up and down her thigh, causing a low moan to escape her lips.<br/><br/>When his fingers strayed a little farther, very nearly to her private area, she jerked.  Suddenly her face was aflame and she began to stutter.  “Don…don’t you want that drink now?  I know I could use one.”  She quickly got off his lap and walked to the bar, pouring both of them a brandy, noticing how her hands shook when she picked up the glasses.  Returning, she handed him his drink, then stood there a moment, finally deciding to sit beside him, busying her lips with the glass as she sipped.  She was at a loss what to do next.  She wanted him, badly, but she had never allowed herself to go there before, except once when she was young, and then it wasn’t in her home.  If she gave in now, it would forever change things and it would no longer be just her and her father who shared this house.  Still, Diego was so difficult to resist.  She didn’t know what she would do if he began kissing her like that again.<br/><br/><br/>