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seemed like any other man of her acquaintance that was no reason to
believe he could ever be anything other than the Conte Martino, a
haughty aristocratic man who believed her to be after his brother
regardless of his impending engagement.
She moved away from him slightly. 'It must be getting quite late.' She
looked at her bare wrist. 'Oh, damn! Could you tell me the time,
please?'
'Almost three o'clock,' he answered her. 'You do not have a
wristwatch?'
'I do. At least, I did,' she blushed prettily. 'I went for a swim this
morning. Unfortunately I forgot to take off my watch it wasn't
waterproof,' she added ruefully.
'That was very careless of you. Was it an expensive watch?'
'Oh, no,' she smiled. 'I couldn't afford anyth-' she stopped herself. 'It
was just a cheap one. I have a habit of breaking them.' She had almost
let Celeste down then, not that she thought for one minute that the
Conte would fall for Celeste's plan to entice him into marriage. Hadn't
he as much as said so himself?
'I see.' He took the empty glass out of her hand, placing it beside his
own in the hamper. Those curiously grey eyes moved slowly over her
face, compelling her to look at him too, even though she didn't want
to. He was so close now she could see the different shades of his eyes,
that light grey, that could darken almost to black, and the strange gold
flecks surrounding the pupils.
All the time he was coming closer and closer and Suzanne felt
mesmerised by the dark brooding look in his eyes, and those firm
slightly parted lips that slowly lowered on to hers as he bent his head.
Suzanne was unprepared for this caress and her mouth parted
involuntarily at the demanding pressure of Cesare's.
Everything seemed to be happening slowly, as if in a dream. All
Suzanne could register was sweet searing pleasure, a floating
sensation beyond description. Celeste was right, lights didn't flash,
and there were not sounds of thunder, there was just complete
removal from reality.
She turned into Cesare's arms, her hand moving up his chest to caress
his shoulders and the thick column of his neck. Her fingers ran
through the hair that grew low over his collar, loving the feel of his
strong muscular body beneath her touch. His lips moved firmly
against hers, demanding and receiving a response that was
completely without reserve.
Cesare moulded her body against the hardened muscles of his thighs,
his hands running experimentally over her hips and slowly up over
the taut nipples that pushed responsively against the thin vest top.
One hand lingered to explore the intimacy of her body before slowly
trailing back down to her thighs, his fingers digging into the softness
of her flesh as he strained her closer.
His lips wrenched away from her clinging mouth and he buried his
face in her bubbly curls. 'You enticed me into this, cara,' he muttered
throatily, raining kisses wherever his lips alighted.
'I did?' she asked softly, her lips slowly caressing his chest where
several buttons of his shirt had come undone under her questing
hands.
'You did,' he agreed firmly. 'You with your green eyes that beckon
and beguile, and tempt a man to find out if you taste as sweet as you
look,' he groaned against the smoothness of her throat.
'And?' she questioned breathlessly, lying back now as he bent over
her.
'You taste sweeter, much sweeter.' Once more his mouth descended
on to her own, and she knew herself lost again. 'So much sweeter than
I ever believed possible.' He parted her lips to probe the moistness of
her mouth, curving her body up to meet the demand of his own. 'Tell
me, cara, if I asked you to be with me tonight would you come to
me?'
She looked away from those probing grey eyes, wanting to say yes to
anything he asked of her. She knew now that this was the man she had
been searching for all her life, the man who had shown her heaven
with the touch of his lips. He was the reason she couldn't react to
Robert or Vidal, or any other man. He was the man of her dreams, not
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