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right there.’
Wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away. She wasn’t going anywhere, she could never imagine wanting to leave until she had to and she wasn’t even going to think about it. Dreamily, she gazed up at the high ceiling until Luca came back into the room and joined her on the bed.
‘You,’ he murmured, kissing her shoulder, ‘are amazing. Beautiful.’
She pulled him fiercely against her, and he entered her quickly, but the love he made to her was long and slow and indescribably sweet, and when it was over she snuggled against him, fighting sleep.
He shook her gently. ‘Don’t you have to catch a train?’ ‘No.’
‘Oh, I see,’ he murmured. ‘So the train was your escape route, was it, Eve?’ ‘Mmm.’ But now she had no desire to break free. She rested her head against his chest, but he reached over to lift his watch from the locker and gave her a brief smile.
‘Forgive me, cara .’ He yawned. ‘I must make one very, very quick phone call. Don’t go away.’
But the phone call brought her crashing back down to earth as she lay there and listened while he spoke in rapid Italian. God knew what he was saying or whom he was speaking to. It was only a little thing, but maybe it helped her not to start dreaming impossible dreams.
Luca had another life in another country and she was only a tiny part of it, and who knew for how long?
Maybe for no longer than the morning.
CHAPTER SIX
E VE opened her eyes and in the split-second moment between waking and sleeping she found herself wondering where she was. She saw the rooftops of a London skyline through the uncurtained window, and a man asleep on the bed beside her, and felt the warm laziness which bore testimony to a night of rapturous love-making.
Quietly, she turned her head to look at him. He was truly beautiful in sleep, the deep, regular breaths making his hair-roughened chest rise and fall. He was lying on his side, one hand cupping his face, the long lashes making two ebony arcs which contrasted against the olive-gold of his skin. He looked innocent and indolent.
Turning back to study the ceiling again, she let out a tiny sigh, satisfaction mingling with regret that the night was over.
She hadn’t been in this situation for a long, long time, and in fact she had never been in this particular situation, having shed all inhibitions and taken as a lover a man who was, to quote Luca’s own words, ‘nearly a stranger’.
In fact, she hadn’t been in a relationship for almost… She frowned, shocked to realise that it was almost two years. And that had been so different. A slow build-up to a romance that she had known from the beginning would end yet with this one she had absolutely no idea what her feelings were.
It was out of character for her—the cool, calm and considered Eve Peters—to have fallen into bed simply because she found him irresistible. But it must happen to him all the time, she thought.
‘So why the frown, cara ? I thought I had kissed that goodbye, last night.’
She started. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t realised he was awake. The dark eyes were watchful and shuttered by the lashes, his long-limbed body as still as a tiger lying in the full heat of the sun. Outwardly, so relaxed, but with all that pent-up strength and power lurking just beneath the surface.
She affected a careless smile. ‘Was I?’
‘Mmm.’ Idly, he reached out and began to run his fingers through the rich satin of her hair. It had been an incredible night, but he had known it would be. He had been so hungry for her that it couldn’t have been anything else, but now with morning came a desire that was transmuted into a different feeling altogether, as inevitably as night followed day. Then it had been the excitement of the unknown and the undiscovered, the delicious anticipation of waiting to see if she would be his.
And now?
Now he was left with the familiar, and, no matter how wonderful it had been, there
Wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away. She wasn’t going anywhere, she could never imagine wanting to leave until she had to and she wasn’t even going to think about it. Dreamily, she gazed up at the high ceiling until Luca came back into the room and joined her on the bed.
‘You,’ he murmured, kissing her shoulder, ‘are amazing. Beautiful.’
She pulled him fiercely against her, and he entered her quickly, but the love he made to her was long and slow and indescribably sweet, and when it was over she snuggled against him, fighting sleep.
He shook her gently. ‘Don’t you have to catch a train?’ ‘No.’
‘Oh, I see,’ he murmured. ‘So the train was your escape route, was it, Eve?’ ‘Mmm.’ But now she had no desire to break free. She rested her head against his chest, but he reached over to lift his watch from the locker and gave her a brief smile.
‘Forgive me, cara .’ He yawned. ‘I must make one very, very quick phone call. Don’t go away.’
But the phone call brought her crashing back down to earth as she lay there and listened while he spoke in rapid Italian. God knew what he was saying or whom he was speaking to. It was only a little thing, but maybe it helped her not to start dreaming impossible dreams.
Luca had another life in another country and she was only a tiny part of it, and who knew for how long?
Maybe for no longer than the morning.
CHAPTER SIX
E VE opened her eyes and in the split-second moment between waking and sleeping she found herself wondering where she was. She saw the rooftops of a London skyline through the uncurtained window, and a man asleep on the bed beside her, and felt the warm laziness which bore testimony to a night of rapturous love-making.
Quietly, she turned her head to look at him. He was truly beautiful in sleep, the deep, regular breaths making his hair-roughened chest rise and fall. He was lying on his side, one hand cupping his face, the long lashes making two ebony arcs which contrasted against the olive-gold of his skin. He looked innocent and indolent.
Turning back to study the ceiling again, she let out a tiny sigh, satisfaction mingling with regret that the night was over.
She hadn’t been in this situation for a long, long time, and in fact she had never been in this particular situation, having shed all inhibitions and taken as a lover a man who was, to quote Luca’s own words, ‘nearly a stranger’.
In fact, she hadn’t been in a relationship for almost… She frowned, shocked to realise that it was almost two years. And that had been so different. A slow build-up to a romance that she had known from the beginning would end yet with this one she had absolutely no idea what her feelings were.
It was out of character for her—the cool, calm and considered Eve Peters—to have fallen into bed simply because she found him irresistible. But it must happen to him all the time, she thought.
‘So why the frown, cara ? I thought I had kissed that goodbye, last night.’
She started. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t realised he was awake. The dark eyes were watchful and shuttered by the lashes, his long-limbed body as still as a tiger lying in the full heat of the sun. Outwardly, so relaxed, but with all that pent-up strength and power lurking just beneath the surface.
She affected a careless smile. ‘Was I?’
‘Mmm.’ Idly, he reached out and began to run his fingers through the rich satin of her hair. It had been an incredible night, but he had known it would be. He had been so hungry for her that it couldn’t have been anything else, but now with morning came a desire that was transmuted into a different feeling altogether, as inevitably as night followed day. Then it had been the excitement of the unknown and the undiscovered, the delicious anticipation of waiting to see if she would be his.
And now?
Now he was left with the familiar, and, no matter how wonderful it had been, there
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