He almost drove the breath out of her body when he slammed her into the wall. For a second she stared into his eyes, stunned, and was caught mesmerised by that glittering green gaze. And then his hard mouth descended on hers and she was lost.

Time sailed past and she was aware of nothing but the feel of his body pressed up against every inch of hers, his hands moving down to cup her hips and pull her hard against him. There was no finesse in the move, just raw power, demanding submission, a submission she gave willingly. Never one to give in easily, this time the battle was over even before it had started. His tongue skated over her lips and with a low moan she opened up to him, letting him plunder her mouth as he would.

She was his for the asking.

And then he pulled back, and once again she caught sight of those remarkable eyes, sparkling in the streetlamps before he turned away from her, staring back down the street, a slight frown gracing his handsome face.

"They've gone," he stated calmly. The words were cool and emotionless, leaving her reeling in the aftermath of the passion in that kiss, and yet still that honeyed voice sent trails of fire over her skin. "I think we fooled them. We can move to the rendezvous point now."

On unsteady legs she followed in his footsteps as he stalked up the street, his eyes darting left and right as his cold gaze searched for danger. By now, however, she'd realised that she was in much more danger from this MI6 agent sent to liberate her than from their pursuers.