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“Was it? Because it feels—”

“Si, it was just a kiss” He bit out the words so forcefully she flinched “A show for Gio andher pale face, he continued on, the ruthless bastard that he was “I have kissed a hundred women just like that and done a lotto be upset about Nothing to weave dreams about

“Just because you react like dynamite to a spark when I touch you, it doesn’t ood measure

Color fled her cheeks and he fisted his hands Could he do or say nothing right with this woman?

Christo, this was Gio’s precious granddaughter Touching her when he had no intention of going any further, kissing her when he knew she was innocent, but even ot under his skin, that lingered long after she was gone

There was soaze when she looked at him—as if she could see more than what he was: a ruthless, hardened cynic

How dare he kiss her, then act affronted because she liked it? Dear God, she could still feel the sharp pulses between her legs Could feel his warers on her buttocks

That kiss had been such pure pleasure that she couldn’t feel the ground now And yet, Raphael seemed determined to flatten her with reality

A show? Who was he kidding?

“We’re both responsible for that kiss turning into soer

“Si”

“Then you’re unhappy because I enjoyed it more than you think I should?”

“I lost control And it won’t happen again”