Belle had melted into Diego’s arms as they rode toward her home.  Every place he touched exploded with desire, and she was very close to giving into it.  When his hand began to move to more intimate places, she shuddered, not wanting to stop him, but knowing she should.  Then the limo stopped.  She looked out the window and saw she was home.<br/><br/>After Diego helped her out of the car, he held her close, then looked at her with a question in his eyes.  A question she knew she would have to answer.  She hesitated.  She did not want him to leave.  She wanted to stay in his arms forever.  But no one had been allowed to go this far before.  Her home was her sanctuary, and she had decided long ago there would be no path worn to her bedroom, nor would she take a chance at her father walking in on something embarrassing.  She looked at Diego with lusty eyes, unable to change them.<br/><br/>“Come in with me, Diego.  Just for a little while.   I want to sit beside you and hear more about Spain and your passions.  I want you to hold me close and kiss me.  I want to feel your arms around me and your hand on my leg or arm, or back, stroking me softly.”  Her voice began to falter as she freely opened herself up to him.<br/><br/><br/>