The Italian's Secretary Bride by Kim Lawrence

Author:Kim Lawrence [Lawrence, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2004-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

ALICE froze. Every cell in her body just came to a dead stop for the space of several heartbeats. When things began functioning again she started to shake.

‘Always…?’ She shook her head from side to side in a negative motion.

Luca nodded.

A wispy little sigh emerged from her lips. ‘You never said so,’ she whispered.

His glittering eyes were filled with self-mockery as they settled hungrily on her face. ‘I thought I’d be treading on Roman’s toes. Would it have made a difference if I had?’ he challenged, scanning her flushed face.

‘We’ll never know now, will we?’

He sucked in a deep breath. ‘We could still find out?’ he suggested thickly.

Alice swallowed. ‘How?’

Luca held out his hand and she took it. Holding her eyes, he pulled her to her feet.

‘Where do we go from here?’ she asked.

‘Let’s play it by ear, shall we, cara. Does that suit you?’

She looked directly into the feverish blue glitter of his eyes and swallowed. Suit me! The driving desire for him crowded every other thought from her head. Relentless flames of lust licked her body, hardening her nipples to tight, aching buds, melting the secret core of her. Making her ache.

Breathing hard, she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Then she admitted in a throaty whisper, ‘Anything you want suits me.’

The blood rushed to Luca’s face as a hoarse, incredulous groan escaped through his clenched teeth.

‘I want you.’

‘Luca…’ she moaned.

As he took her face between his big hands his intent was clearly written in the lean, darkly dangerous lines of his face and the suffocating heat in his smouldering eyes.

Her own breathing had become painfully irregular; her hand went in a fluttery motion to her throat to loosen constricting clothing only to find bare skin exposed by the low-cut gown she was wearing.

The movement momentarily diverted Luca, who took hold of her wrist and unpeeled her tightly clenched fingers one by one.

Like petals of a flower.

As Luca touched his warm lips to the centre of her exposed palm his heavy lids lifted, revealing eyes as hot as an Italian summer sky. Alice couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mesmeric heat.

She heard a raw half-sob escape from her throat; it was closely followed by a throaty purr of male satisfaction.

He took her hand and laid it against his chest. Alice’s eyes widened to their fullest extent as she looked at her own hand, pale by comparison to the dark fingers that imprisoned it.

‘This is crazy.’ It’s my lips moving but whose is that voice? she wondered, hearing the throaty whisper.

Luca’s hand fell away but her own stayed in place against his chest. The heat of his hard body was seeping into her stiff fingers; she could feel the slow, steady vibration of his heartbeat through her splayed fingertips.

‘Crazy is good,’ he told her.

She nodded her head. ‘Kiss me, Luca; I’d really like you to kiss me.’

‘Tell me you want me first. I want to hear you say you want me.’

Want…! It was possible that she

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