Isabella grabbed at him, pressing her hand firmly into his hair, trying to take from him whatever she needed to get through the next hour.  His kiss was passionate and exactly what she wanted.  She kissed him back just as passionately.  When she finally had to come up for air, she looked up at him, her desire evident in her eyes.  She saw the same things in his.<br/><br/>She leaned against his shoulder for a moment, just letting him hold her tight.  Then she spoke.  “Diego, I need you right now.  I need you to hold me and love me.  I need you to love the pain right out of me.”  She hesitated.  “Father said he will be home in about  20 minutes, so we don’t have much time.   I … I just want to feel you more.  I need to feel you more.  We don’t have much time…. maybe just a little more than a kiss?”  Her body was in suspense, waiting for some kind of relief.  She tentatively moved her hands down and began to remove his jacket.<br/>