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‘What are you doing here?’ she asked to fill the tense silence

‘You can’t walk back to the house on your own at this tiht,’ Gaetano told her

‘Well, I suppose you would think that way,’ Poppy reed across the pavement mere yards from them Gaetano was never ever alone in the way that other ordinary people were alone ‘Why didn’t you just send one of them to look out for me?’

‘I owed you,’ Gaetano breathed, unlocking the sleek sports car by the kerb ‘I was out of line earlier’

‘You get out of line a lotbut that’s the first time you’ve admitted it,’ Poppy said uncertainly

Gaetano swung in beside her and in the confined space she stared at hi very loudly in her eardrums Black-lashed eyes assailed hers and she fell still, herdry He lifted a hand, fraers and kissed her Her hand braced on a strong ry for that connection and the heat and pressure of his strong sensual mouth on hers Her body went haywire, all liquid heat and response as his tongue delved and tangled with hers, and a deep quiver thru her was all powerful, racing through her to swell her breasts and ignite a feverish dahs In a harriedbody back into the passenger seat ‘What was that for?’ she asked shakily

‘I have no excuse or reason I can’t stop wanting to touch you’

‘It wasn’t supposed to be like thiswith us,’ she h her swollen lips

Long brown fingers circled over the top of her knee and roved lazily higher, skating up her inner thigh ‘Tell ed in a harsh undertone

‘No,’ she fra because with every fibre of her being she craved his touch

‘You’re pushingposition to claiain With little passionate nips and licks and bites he took her mouth in a way it had never been taken and sent hot rivers of excite into her pelvis

Long fingers stroked over the taut triangle of fabric stretched tight between her thighs, lingering to circle over her core A warripped her and she bucked beneath his hand, helplessly, wantonly inviting rip of that need The fabric that separated her most sensitive flesh from him was a torment but he round her hips down on the seat, nipples straining and stiff and prickling, the hunger like a voracious anily strong and her brain felt so befogged with it she shivered, suddenly cold and scared of being overwhelmed

‘This is not cool,’ Gaetano whispered against her lips ‘We’re in a car in a public street This is not cool at all, bella mia’

‘It’s just lust,’ she tried to say lightly, dish but found she couldn’t because there was nothing funny about the power of the physical urges engulfing her or the nasty draining afteres

‘Lust has never rowled ‘Around you I have a constant hard-on’

‘Stop itstop talking about it!’ Poppy snapped, ra jacket

‘That’s impossible when it’s all I can think about’ With a stifled curse he fired the engine of the car ‘But we have s to discuss’

‘Yes Rodolfo called your bluff,’ she breathed heavily, struggling to return to the real world again

‘That’s not hoould describe what he did I’ve been rittily ‘I’ht when you accused ures and strategy, not so good with people But this afternoon looking at Rodolfo and listening to him talk I saw a h to see the next generation All ht all I had to do to please hi h’

‘Hoasn’t it enough?’