her smug smile as she stared at him, and raised his eyebrows in an amused query.
“I think I’m becoming extremely selfish,” she murmured, her voice pitched just above the silken, rhythmic cadence of the waves hitting the beach.
“I’m trying to imagine how and coming up short,” he replied dryly, moving aside the tray and remnants of the delicious lunch Mrs. Denis had made them. He rolled onto his side facing her, his head perched in his hand. She reached out and traced her finger along his ridged, taut abdomen with languorous sensuality.
“Really?” she murmured, turning her hand and brushing the stunning ring he’d given her just last night after they’d arrived at La Mer against his belly. His stomach muscles leapt against the gently scraping diamond. They shared a smile. Since Vanni had insisted upon a very short engagement,
she’d
insisted she didn’t want a ring until they exchanged their wedding vows on the cliffside terrace of La Mer
four days from now. Vanni had had other plans, however. Almost as soon as she’d agreed to marry him three weeks ago, he’d hired Angelo Prisatti to design her ring. It was a breathtaking symphony of meticulously wrought platinum and diamonds.
Suited for an elven princess
, Vanni had teased warmly last night when he’d slid it on her finger and she’d gaped at it in wonder.
“I think you spoil me rotten,” Emma told him pointedly.
His lips tilted in amusement as he reached out and delved his fingers into her hair. “Most women would think I was selling them short by not giving them a huge wedding at the Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild or the Château de la Napoule.
“You showed me those places, and several besides,” she reminded him, running her finger over the soft, thin trail of hair that led from his belly button below the waistband of is swim trunks. “You gave me the choice. You know as well as I do that none of them is as beautiful as La Mer
.
”
“Certainly none as special to us,” he said, sobering.
“Vanni?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think that maybe we could live here most of the time?” she asked in a hushed voice.
She thought he’d be surprised or nonplussed, but instead, a small smile tilted his mouth, as if he’d been expecting her to say it. He pushed slightly on the back of her head and she leaned forward, meeting his kiss.
“Do you really love it here that much?” he asked next to her lips a moment.
“You know I do,” she whispered. “But more importantly, I think you do. I know we’ll have to stay at the Breakers at times, with your work.” Emma was even more prepared to stay at the Breakers now that Vanni had insisted upon shunting Vera Shaw away from his home and private life and over to a lower management position at Montand Motorworks, where she supervised the janitorial and cleaning staff. As Vanni had put it, in that position she could do relatively little harm and was directly under the eye of her brother Dean. Both Dean and Vanni agreed after what had occurred with Emma that Vera
needed
watching.
“And what about
your
work?” he asked, cradling her jaw with his hand.
“I’ve thought about it a lot. There are a few English-speaking nursing agencies here. I’ll find work. Nurses are always in demand.”
“And you’re sure you want to work?” he asked, nuzzling her nose.
“Of course.”
“Being a nurse is part of who you are,” he agreed quietly, meeting her stare. She raised her eyebrows in a silent query, waiting for what he’d say about La Mer
.
Again, he smiled. “Yes,” he said. “I think it’s time I made La Mer my home.
Our
home. I don’t feel as tied to the Breakers anymore. I don’t feel like part of me is trapped there.”
“I’m so glad,” she whispered.
He dipped his head and covered her mouth again. Warmth swept through her at the sensation of his firm, moving lips. She’d have thought their intense sexual attraction for each other could mount no higher, but she’d been wrong. It
“I think I’m becoming extremely selfish,” she murmured, her voice pitched just above the silken, rhythmic cadence of the waves hitting the beach.
“I’m trying to imagine how and coming up short,” he replied dryly, moving aside the tray and remnants of the delicious lunch Mrs. Denis had made them. He rolled onto his side facing her, his head perched in his hand. She reached out and traced her finger along his ridged, taut abdomen with languorous sensuality.
“Really?” she murmured, turning her hand and brushing the stunning ring he’d given her just last night after they’d arrived at La Mer against his belly. His stomach muscles leapt against the gently scraping diamond. They shared a smile. Since Vanni had insisted upon a very short engagement,
she’d
insisted she didn’t want a ring until they exchanged their wedding vows on the cliffside terrace of La Mer
four days from now. Vanni had had other plans, however. Almost as soon as she’d agreed to marry him three weeks ago, he’d hired Angelo Prisatti to design her ring. It was a breathtaking symphony of meticulously wrought platinum and diamonds.
Suited for an elven princess
, Vanni had teased warmly last night when he’d slid it on her finger and she’d gaped at it in wonder.
“I think you spoil me rotten,” Emma told him pointedly.
His lips tilted in amusement as he reached out and delved his fingers into her hair. “Most women would think I was selling them short by not giving them a huge wedding at the Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild or the Château de la Napoule.
“You showed me those places, and several besides,” she reminded him, running her finger over the soft, thin trail of hair that led from his belly button below the waistband of is swim trunks. “You gave me the choice. You know as well as I do that none of them is as beautiful as La Mer
.
”
“Certainly none as special to us,” he said, sobering.
“Vanni?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think that maybe we could live here most of the time?” she asked in a hushed voice.
She thought he’d be surprised or nonplussed, but instead, a small smile tilted his mouth, as if he’d been expecting her to say it. He pushed slightly on the back of her head and she leaned forward, meeting his kiss.
“Do you really love it here that much?” he asked next to her lips a moment.
“You know I do,” she whispered. “But more importantly, I think you do. I know we’ll have to stay at the Breakers at times, with your work.” Emma was even more prepared to stay at the Breakers now that Vanni had insisted upon shunting Vera Shaw away from his home and private life and over to a lower management position at Montand Motorworks, where she supervised the janitorial and cleaning staff. As Vanni had put it, in that position she could do relatively little harm and was directly under the eye of her brother Dean. Both Dean and Vanni agreed after what had occurred with Emma that Vera
needed
watching.
“And what about
your
work?” he asked, cradling her jaw with his hand.
“I’ve thought about it a lot. There are a few English-speaking nursing agencies here. I’ll find work. Nurses are always in demand.”
“And you’re sure you want to work?” he asked, nuzzling her nose.
“Of course.”
“Being a nurse is part of who you are,” he agreed quietly, meeting her stare. She raised her eyebrows in a silent query, waiting for what he’d say about La Mer
.
Again, he smiled. “Yes,” he said. “I think it’s time I made La Mer my home.
Our
home. I don’t feel as tied to the Breakers anymore. I don’t feel like part of me is trapped there.”
“I’m so glad,” she whispered.
He dipped his head and covered her mouth again. Warmth swept through her at the sensation of his firm, moving lips. She’d have thought their intense sexual attraction for each other could mount no higher, but she’d been wrong. It
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