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conversation with the Mayor, was a man of some standing.
And he was good looking, make that exceptional looking. Except looks weren’t really one of her criteria. That was more of a nice-to-have, rather than a must-have.
But he was not marriage material. In fact, he was so far from it the concept was unthinkable. He could be cold and unfeeling, not to mention cynical and suspicious. Plus, she barely knew him.
So why had she reacted to him the way she had?
Rafael stared at her with a mixture of surprise and desire. His eyes glittered softly in the moonlight. He seemed to be pondering his next move.
“Sorry, I seem to have got ten a bit carried away. It must be the wine,” she blurted out before he got any ideas about taking their kiss further. That would be a disaster. If this is what a mere kiss could do to her, imagine the rest... she didn’t dare.
So this is what it feels like to be knocked off your feet by a kiss , she mused.
Dangerous.
When Rafael didn’t immediately reply, she added, “Well, thank you for a lovely evening. I’d better go in now, it’s very late and I’ve had a long day.”
And without waiting for him to speak, she retreated hastily inside the protective walls of the hotel.
Rafael could hardly think straight he had such a raging hard-on. That kiss had blown him away.
Out of nowhere he’d felt this surge of adrenalin and the urge to consume her, body and soul, had overwhelmed him. Her taste, her smell, the softness of her skin all contributed to a sensory overload of mammoth proportions and Rafael had lost complete control over his thoughts. He’d acted purely on instinct. For a minute there he’d felt like he couldn’t get enough of her. His heart was still thumping like a jack-hammer.
“Of course,” he said but there was nobody to hear him. Anna had disappeared into the hotel, leaving only her floral scent behind to tantalise him.
H e considered going after her, but then decided against it. He was still reeling and felt very much off guard—w hich was unusual for him.
His plan to illicit information out of her had backfired. He’d learned nothing he could use against her. She hadn’t given him anything that supported or refuted her claim. They’d somehow steered clear of anything personal , yet Rafael had so enjoyed himself that he’d completely forgotten to press her for information.
She was certainly bewitching with her white-blonde hair and violet eyes. He frowned, remembering how he’d done most of the talking himself tonight. Ironically , he’d set out to break down her defences and instead he ’d been driven b y a primal need to impress her, to make her laugh.
He gave a self-deprecating chortle. If he wasn’t careful she’d have him under her spell in no time at all. If that kiss was anything to go by...
“Bella e pericolosa donna”, he whispered as he propelled himself along the tiny pathway towards his villa in Annacapri, on the other side of the island.
“Come in, Anna,” beckoned Rafael from the doorway.
Anna nodded at Christina , who was looking perfectly voluptuous in a tight dress suit cut just below the knee and two inch heels, as she walked towards Rafael’s office. Entering, she smiled a greeting at the man whose kiss had plagued her thoughts for the last ten hours. Even now glancing at his full lips set in that sardonic half-smile made her pulse flutter.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Perfectly, thank you,” she lied, flicking her hair over one shoulder. No way would she ever admit she’d tossed and turned for hours , hot with desire, before falling into a torturous sleep . Even then her dreams were plagued by images of Rafael kissing her ... Rafael undressing her... Dreams in which she writhed in frustration, desperate to feel his hands on her body.
Anna wore a summ e ry sleeveless dress she had bought in Ibiza a few years ago which showed off her slender waist and smooth skin which was already turning golden brown after
And he was good looking, make that exceptional looking. Except looks weren’t really one of her criteria. That was more of a nice-to-have, rather than a must-have.
But he was not marriage material. In fact, he was so far from it the concept was unthinkable. He could be cold and unfeeling, not to mention cynical and suspicious. Plus, she barely knew him.
So why had she reacted to him the way she had?
Rafael stared at her with a mixture of surprise and desire. His eyes glittered softly in the moonlight. He seemed to be pondering his next move.
“Sorry, I seem to have got ten a bit carried away. It must be the wine,” she blurted out before he got any ideas about taking their kiss further. That would be a disaster. If this is what a mere kiss could do to her, imagine the rest... she didn’t dare.
So this is what it feels like to be knocked off your feet by a kiss , she mused.
Dangerous.
When Rafael didn’t immediately reply, she added, “Well, thank you for a lovely evening. I’d better go in now, it’s very late and I’ve had a long day.”
And without waiting for him to speak, she retreated hastily inside the protective walls of the hotel.
Rafael could hardly think straight he had such a raging hard-on. That kiss had blown him away.
Out of nowhere he’d felt this surge of adrenalin and the urge to consume her, body and soul, had overwhelmed him. Her taste, her smell, the softness of her skin all contributed to a sensory overload of mammoth proportions and Rafael had lost complete control over his thoughts. He’d acted purely on instinct. For a minute there he’d felt like he couldn’t get enough of her. His heart was still thumping like a jack-hammer.
“Of course,” he said but there was nobody to hear him. Anna had disappeared into the hotel, leaving only her floral scent behind to tantalise him.
H e considered going after her, but then decided against it. He was still reeling and felt very much off guard—w hich was unusual for him.
His plan to illicit information out of her had backfired. He’d learned nothing he could use against her. She hadn’t given him anything that supported or refuted her claim. They’d somehow steered clear of anything personal , yet Rafael had so enjoyed himself that he’d completely forgotten to press her for information.
She was certainly bewitching with her white-blonde hair and violet eyes. He frowned, remembering how he’d done most of the talking himself tonight. Ironically , he’d set out to break down her defences and instead he ’d been driven b y a primal need to impress her, to make her laugh.
He gave a self-deprecating chortle. If he wasn’t careful she’d have him under her spell in no time at all. If that kiss was anything to go by...
“Bella e pericolosa donna”, he whispered as he propelled himself along the tiny pathway towards his villa in Annacapri, on the other side of the island.
“Come in, Anna,” beckoned Rafael from the doorway.
Anna nodded at Christina , who was looking perfectly voluptuous in a tight dress suit cut just below the knee and two inch heels, as she walked towards Rafael’s office. Entering, she smiled a greeting at the man whose kiss had plagued her thoughts for the last ten hours. Even now glancing at his full lips set in that sardonic half-smile made her pulse flutter.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Perfectly, thank you,” she lied, flicking her hair over one shoulder. No way would she ever admit she’d tossed and turned for hours , hot with desire, before falling into a torturous sleep . Even then her dreams were plagued by images of Rafael kissing her ... Rafael undressing her... Dreams in which she writhed in frustration, desperate to feel his hands on her body.
Anna wore a summ e ry sleeveless dress she had bought in Ibiza a few years ago which showed off her slender waist and smooth skin which was already turning golden brown after
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