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A surge of heady power rushed through her at the effect she was having on him, and she stepped back. Cupping a breast and rubbing a thumb over the erect nipple, she dipped her other hand beneath the band of her pyjama shorts and touched the core of her own arousal.

‘Let me see,’ he begged.

Now it was her turn to smile wickedly. Squeezing her breast, she continued to pleasure herself, all the while relishing and feeding off the effect it was having on him.

‘Do you do that to yourself at night when you’re alone?’ he whispered.

She answered with a lascivious smile and pulled her shorts down.

‘I do,’ he said hoarsely, eyes glazed, his hand now a blur, the tip of his excitement glistening. ‘Every night when I get into my lonely bed, I close my eyes and think of you naked. I imagine touching you and being inside you...it is all I think about.’

He crooked a finger at her.

The burn of desire now so strong she could hardly walk, her legs obeyed his wordless command.

In seconds he had her flat on her back.

Seconds later he was inside her and the burn blazed into a flame that scorched them both.

Early dawn light was filtering through the curtains when, with a strangled moan, Andrés climaxed.

For the longest time they did nothing but lie there, holding each other tightly, hearts beating in rhythm as they caught their breath.

How was it possible for his desire for Gabrielle to keep strengthening the way it did?

He’d never felt such reluctance to leave a bed before.

He gave Gabrielle one last kiss and pulled the sheets off him.

He was already counting the hours down until they would be together again.

Gabrielle watched Andrés slip silently out of the bedroom and closed her eyes in an effort to control the emotions swelling in her chest.

The bed already felt empty without him.

She already felt empty without him.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ANDRÉSFELTAtug on his shorts and looked down to find Lucas gazing up at him.

‘Andrés, can I go in the pool with Raul?’

‘Have you asked your mummy?’

He shook his head.

‘Then we should go and ask her.’

Lucas slipped his hand into Andrés’s.

Trying hard not to show his shock at this unsolicited trusting gesture, he put his beer on the table and walked across the lawn to where Gabrielle and Sophia were sprawled out on two of the many sun loungers spread around the pool, deep in conversation.

Gabrielle wasn’t quick enough to hide her surprise at seeing Lucas’s hand in Andrés’s.

Was that good surprise or bad surprise? He couldn’t judge. There was something about Gabrielle’s mood that day that struck him as off. Not thatshewas being off. No, it wasn’t that, more a melancholy? No, not that either. He couldn’t think what the little glimpses into the distance as if she were lost in thought and then the blink back to the present and the usual smile lifting on her face he kept catching meant.

‘Lucas wants to go for a swim,’ he told her.

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