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languages ? Was he hoping she’d stick around that long? “That might prove to be a most difficult feat. I have enough trouble with English as it is.”
“There is a language that requires no words although the mouth and tongue are fully engaged. I’m most anxious to teach you that language, Nia.”
Massimo’s husky voice hummed with titillating promises causing Nia’s heart to race so fast, her temples throbbed from the pulsation. Her mouth filled up with saliva as she glanced at an unopened door that led to the inner quarters of the master suit—the place where she would sleep next to Massimo for two long torturous nights until she made her escape.
She hoped she made it out unscathed .
* * *
Massimo savored his last spoonful of lobster bisque as he watched Nia finish off her second helping. He understood the enthusiasm with which she’d approached her dinner—rich, creamy, and loaded with calories as it was. Azi’s culinary skills were some of the best in the world. Ever since he was a little boy, he was always happy to come home to Azi’s kitchen. There really was no cooking like home cooking.
Yet Massimo felt Nia would have displayed the same amount of zeal if she’d been served a less appetizing dish. It was a welcome change to watch a woman enjoy her food without giving a thought to the width of her waistline or her thighs.
He, on the other hand, was giving them a lot of thought. So much thought that while Nia was dressing for dinner, he’d put a call through to his friend, Paul Dawson, an FBI special agent in New York, and asked him to run a check on her.
He’d called Dafne to let her know that her move to the States was on hold. He’d simply told her that something had come up. Boy, had something come up , he thought as his growing erection pulsed against his thigh. Dafne’s nonchalant response had reminded him that it might be three long years before he would enjoy the silky feel of a woman’s skin beneath his palm again.
That possibility didn’t sit well with Massimo. Not at all, he thought as Nia finally put her spoon down and gave him a smile that deepened his ache for her. She was so damned beautiful. He wondered if her appetite for sex would match the one she had for food. “You have a very healthy appetite,” he remarked over the rim of his wine glass.
Nia eyed Massimo through lowered lashes. The light of desire that illuminated his mellow blue eyes told her that he wasn’t just talking about her appetite for food. She’d felt him watching her as she finished off her second bowl of lobster bisque. She’d been tempted to stop halfway through it for etiquette’s sake, but God the bisque was the most delicious dish she’d ever tasted. And seeing that she wouldn’t be around to enjoy this kind of cooking for long, she’d taken her time enjoying it. She couldn’t care less if Massimo thought she was a pig.
“Do you always attack your food that way?” he asked, smiling as he twirled the long stem of his wine glass between his equally long fingers.
“They don’t serve food like this where I come from.” Nor where I’m going Nia thought of the island of Dulcina where Aaron was hiding out. It wouldn’t be a bad place to settle down once her business with Eddie and Massimo was behind her.
Her friend, Josie, a native of the island, had always tried to get her to visit, but the funds were never available for her to take a vacation. Josie had recently married her childhood sweetheart and moved back to Dulcina. Another friend, Amber, had found love on the island and moved there also.
Even Aaron seemed to have settled in and was enjoying himself in Paradise. During their Skype session last night, he’d talked about Josie’s father as if the man was some kind of super hero. It seemed that what Aaron needed all along was some bonding and masculine guidance—the one thing Nia could never give him.
Aaron had a
“There is a language that requires no words although the mouth and tongue are fully engaged. I’m most anxious to teach you that language, Nia.”
Massimo’s husky voice hummed with titillating promises causing Nia’s heart to race so fast, her temples throbbed from the pulsation. Her mouth filled up with saliva as she glanced at an unopened door that led to the inner quarters of the master suit—the place where she would sleep next to Massimo for two long torturous nights until she made her escape.
She hoped she made it out unscathed .
* * *
Massimo savored his last spoonful of lobster bisque as he watched Nia finish off her second helping. He understood the enthusiasm with which she’d approached her dinner—rich, creamy, and loaded with calories as it was. Azi’s culinary skills were some of the best in the world. Ever since he was a little boy, he was always happy to come home to Azi’s kitchen. There really was no cooking like home cooking.
Yet Massimo felt Nia would have displayed the same amount of zeal if she’d been served a less appetizing dish. It was a welcome change to watch a woman enjoy her food without giving a thought to the width of her waistline or her thighs.
He, on the other hand, was giving them a lot of thought. So much thought that while Nia was dressing for dinner, he’d put a call through to his friend, Paul Dawson, an FBI special agent in New York, and asked him to run a check on her.
He’d called Dafne to let her know that her move to the States was on hold. He’d simply told her that something had come up. Boy, had something come up , he thought as his growing erection pulsed against his thigh. Dafne’s nonchalant response had reminded him that it might be three long years before he would enjoy the silky feel of a woman’s skin beneath his palm again.
That possibility didn’t sit well with Massimo. Not at all, he thought as Nia finally put her spoon down and gave him a smile that deepened his ache for her. She was so damned beautiful. He wondered if her appetite for sex would match the one she had for food. “You have a very healthy appetite,” he remarked over the rim of his wine glass.
Nia eyed Massimo through lowered lashes. The light of desire that illuminated his mellow blue eyes told her that he wasn’t just talking about her appetite for food. She’d felt him watching her as she finished off her second bowl of lobster bisque. She’d been tempted to stop halfway through it for etiquette’s sake, but God the bisque was the most delicious dish she’d ever tasted. And seeing that she wouldn’t be around to enjoy this kind of cooking for long, she’d taken her time enjoying it. She couldn’t care less if Massimo thought she was a pig.
“Do you always attack your food that way?” he asked, smiling as he twirled the long stem of his wine glass between his equally long fingers.
“They don’t serve food like this where I come from.” Nor where I’m going Nia thought of the island of Dulcina where Aaron was hiding out. It wouldn’t be a bad place to settle down once her business with Eddie and Massimo was behind her.
Her friend, Josie, a native of the island, had always tried to get her to visit, but the funds were never available for her to take a vacation. Josie had recently married her childhood sweetheart and moved back to Dulcina. Another friend, Amber, had found love on the island and moved there also.
Even Aaron seemed to have settled in and was enjoying himself in Paradise. During their Skype session last night, he’d talked about Josie’s father as if the man was some kind of super hero. It seemed that what Aaron needed all along was some bonding and masculine guidance—the one thing Nia could never give him.
Aaron had a
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