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She turned to hie his eyes glinted at her, challenging, his lips parted

‘Yes, Sam?’

His hair was thick and silky war with the need to feel it, to feel him She could taste the memory of their kiss in the dark, feel the texture of his mouth on hers

Her husband’s mouth

‘Edge Kiss me’

His hands sank deep into her hair as she whispered against his lips, holding her there, pressing her closer

‘Don’t stop’ The words rumbled between them and then were lost as the kiss deepened

When he finally dreay, setting her back on the seat with a muffled curse, it took her a stunned moment to realise they’d reached the Carmichaels’ house in Cairo

At the top of the staircase she turned towards her rooht her hand

‘This way My rooht, Madame Wife’

Heat flared through her—a ainst his and the coward in her wished she could so had smoothed out, she had smoothed out into a calmer, more sensible person as content to be content Who wasn’t scared

He closed the door behind him and she stared at the bed

Years ago she’d stood just so in her husband’s room Beyond the s she’d seen the roofs of Venice and a sky tinged with the setting sun and known she’d made a horrible mistake for all the worst reasons

Right now she didn’t know anything but that the bed was enorht behind her as if ready to push her off a cliff Surely there was a chasm between them and the bed that would be impossible to cross It was not at all possible they would in a ether

All those kisses, that heat, that hope, would end inthat

‘What is it?’

She tried to answer him, but couldn’t

‘Are you worried?’

She sed and nodded

‘Are you tired? Would you rather sleep?’