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‘Dígame usted,’she replied in perfect Spanish.You tell me.

His head reared up. ‘I forgot you speak my language.’

‘And several others besides,’ she reminded him without fanfare.

Witnessing her being so comfortable in her utter brilliance? It was irresistible.

But there was one language she was untutored in. She couldn’t quite hide her arousal.

Her body all buttrembledas she stared at his mouth then his body with blatant hunger that only fuelled his own. That chipped away at his already failing resistance.

‘We seem to have lost sight of our toast.’

‘Nothing has followed a predictable pattern this evening,’ she answered, picking up her glass.

He clinked his glass to hers, took a healthy gulp of vintage champagne, then uttered more wildly unpredicted words. ‘Maybe it’s a sign to just go with the flow.’

She sipped her champagne, then shook her head, bewilderment mingling with her arousal. ‘But...why can’t I resist this...pull? It’s quite infuriating, but I can’t stop.’

Seve groaned. With every cell in his body he wished she hadn’t uttered those words. Hadn’t been unabashed about what she was feeling.

Because the next flood that surged washed away the last of his resistance. Made him set his glass aside and spear his fingers through her hair the way he’d been fantasising about all evening. Hell, all damn day!

And heaven help him if the strands weren’t as silky and luxurious as he’d imagined. She didn’t pull away.Dios, she stared at him with such unfettered and curious desire, he wondered how innocent she was. Whether she knew what such a look did to a man.

Leaning down, he gave into the urge and brushed his lips across hers, featherlight and flame-stoking. ‘Does that pull hunger for this?’ he breathed against her satin-soft mouth.

She swayed closer. ‘Yes.’

‘And this?’ He nipped at the corner of her mouth.

She gasped and her eyes fluttered closed, her body surging closer. ‘Yes.’

Seve licked the sting he’d caused, then continued licking until her lips parted for him. But before he could delve in to devour the way his senses screamed at him to, a splash of cold wetness stopped him.

They both looked down to see her champagne spilling over her fingers.

Seve relieved her of the glass, then, capturing her fingers, he drew them to his mouth, licking the tart liquid from them. And with each lap of her smooth skin, the blood pounded harder through his veins, her hitched moans lighting further flames to his senses.

‘How infuriated are you right now, Genie?’ he mocked teasingly.

‘Extremely,’ she returned huskily, her beautiful eyes limpid with desire, her breath emerging in pants. ‘But please don’t stop.’

Lust raged free, the restraint he’d placed on himself all night unshackled. He sucked on her fingers until her knees gave way.

He caught her in his arms, sealed his mouth to hers and finally delivered the kiss they both craved.

Then because he knew in his bones it wouldn’t be enough, that nothing but complete possession would do, Seve swung her into his arms, turned and strode purposefully indoors.

CHAPTER THREE

SHEWASN’TDRUNK, at least not from alcohol. She’d only taken a sip of champagne and spilled a significant portion of the rest.

Yet, her senses were in free fall, floating through sensation she’d never experienced before. All created by the man she’d agreed to sell her life’s work to.

The man who’d refused her brazen request and should therefore be on herstrictly platoniclist. The man who had arrogantly spelled out her attraction to him and should therefore be on herthinks too insufferably highly of himself so stay awaylist.

And yet he was the same man her body strained against, the one around whose neck she tightened her arms as he walked them towards goodness knew where. Whose eyes devoured her like a raging forest fire without mercy. Who made every cell in her body tingle although even she knew that was scientifically unlikely.

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