in to the invitation, but he caressed her cheek and she gasped. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, stroked against hers.
It was, in its own way, heaven. Her heart hammered so hard in her ears that she could hear nothing else.
Faith made a sound, realized it was a moan. It was a needy sound from deep in her throat, the kind of sound that invited a man to continue, to take it further.
No!
No, no, no. That was not at all what she wanted. She wanted it to stop—
And yet she made no move to stop it. In fact, she shivered in his embrace at the thought of more. The truth was that Renzo D’Angeli kissed like he’d been born to do so. His mouth moved over hers, fitted to hers, coaxed hers.And she gave, gave as much as she was able, gave more than she thought she could.
She meant to push him away, but she wound her arms around his neck instead, let the hot sensations roll over her. She was electric, incandescent, her body sparking and tightening in ways she’d not thought possible. This was what drew the women, then.
This
.
A moment later she tilted, and then the world was shifting as he pressed her back onto the couch, his hard strong body pressing into hers. Panic shot through her. It suddenly reminded her of another time, another place, when she was young and innocent and thought she was in love. Jason had pressed her onto her parents’ couch just like this, his body rubbing hers almost painfully, his hands grasping and groping beneath her dress.
Renzo did nothing of the sort, and yet Faith couldn’t get the images out of her head. The fear, the panic.
A good girl wouldn’t do such a thing, Faith. A good girl keeps her body sacred until she enters into the bonds of matrimony
.
It was her father talking, but she suddenly couldn’t make the sainted Reverend Winston go away. And she couldn’t allow that ugliness to ruin whatever beautiful feeling was crashing through her because of Renzo.
She put her hands on Renzo’s shoulders and pushed. He lifted his head, a question in his blue eyes, and Faith took the opportunity to scramble out from under him. She fell onto the floor in a tangle of fabric, then shoved herself upright and retreated across the room.
Renzo stood, his features dark and alarmed. “Faith?”
Faith wrapped her arms around her body. “I’m sorry, but that was a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to go that far, so please just forget it happened.”
He looked stormy, and so sexy she wanted to weep. Hadthat gorgeous, gorgeous man really been kissing her? Little Faith Louise Winston of all damn people?
“Forget?” he asked dangerously. “I hardly think that is possible, Faith.”
“It was a mistake,” she said. “I work for you, and tomorrow I’ll be at the office like always, and you’ll be there doing what you always do, and it will be so awkward that I’ll want to scream. But I won’t. And you’ll find a new girlfriend soon, and then you can forget about kissing me.”
He shoved his hand through his hair, muttering in Italian, and then picked up his vodka and tonic and drained it. “Why would I want to forget it, Faith?”
“Because I’m nothing special,” she said. Good Lord, was the man dense?
“Don’t talk like that,” he commanded, his eyes flashing, and she laughed nervously.
“Don’t worry. I don’t think I’m awful or anything. I
am
special, but in my world. Not in yours. You wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t dumped Katie Palmer today.”
“Katie Palmer has nothing to do with this,” he growled.
“But she does,” Faith said, hoping she sounded as cool and logical as she was trying so hard to be. She’d been kissing Lorenzo D’Angeli, motorcycle magnate, Grand Prix bad boy, right here in her humble little living room. If he weren’t still standing there in all his magnificently male glory, she’d think she was making the whole thing up. That the vodka and tonic she hadn’t even taken a sip of had gone to her head and made her hallucinate. “Katie
It was, in its own way, heaven. Her heart hammered so hard in her ears that she could hear nothing else.
Faith made a sound, realized it was a moan. It was a needy sound from deep in her throat, the kind of sound that invited a man to continue, to take it further.
No!
No, no, no. That was not at all what she wanted. She wanted it to stop—
And yet she made no move to stop it. In fact, she shivered in his embrace at the thought of more. The truth was that Renzo D’Angeli kissed like he’d been born to do so. His mouth moved over hers, fitted to hers, coaxed hers.And she gave, gave as much as she was able, gave more than she thought she could.
She meant to push him away, but she wound her arms around his neck instead, let the hot sensations roll over her. She was electric, incandescent, her body sparking and tightening in ways she’d not thought possible. This was what drew the women, then.
This
.
A moment later she tilted, and then the world was shifting as he pressed her back onto the couch, his hard strong body pressing into hers. Panic shot through her. It suddenly reminded her of another time, another place, when she was young and innocent and thought she was in love. Jason had pressed her onto her parents’ couch just like this, his body rubbing hers almost painfully, his hands grasping and groping beneath her dress.
Renzo did nothing of the sort, and yet Faith couldn’t get the images out of her head. The fear, the panic.
A good girl wouldn’t do such a thing, Faith. A good girl keeps her body sacred until she enters into the bonds of matrimony
.
It was her father talking, but she suddenly couldn’t make the sainted Reverend Winston go away. And she couldn’t allow that ugliness to ruin whatever beautiful feeling was crashing through her because of Renzo.
She put her hands on Renzo’s shoulders and pushed. He lifted his head, a question in his blue eyes, and Faith took the opportunity to scramble out from under him. She fell onto the floor in a tangle of fabric, then shoved herself upright and retreated across the room.
Renzo stood, his features dark and alarmed. “Faith?”
Faith wrapped her arms around her body. “I’m sorry, but that was a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to go that far, so please just forget it happened.”
He looked stormy, and so sexy she wanted to weep. Hadthat gorgeous, gorgeous man really been kissing her? Little Faith Louise Winston of all damn people?
“Forget?” he asked dangerously. “I hardly think that is possible, Faith.”
“It was a mistake,” she said. “I work for you, and tomorrow I’ll be at the office like always, and you’ll be there doing what you always do, and it will be so awkward that I’ll want to scream. But I won’t. And you’ll find a new girlfriend soon, and then you can forget about kissing me.”
He shoved his hand through his hair, muttering in Italian, and then picked up his vodka and tonic and drained it. “Why would I want to forget it, Faith?”
“Because I’m nothing special,” she said. Good Lord, was the man dense?
“Don’t talk like that,” he commanded, his eyes flashing, and she laughed nervously.
“Don’t worry. I don’t think I’m awful or anything. I
am
special, but in my world. Not in yours. You wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t dumped Katie Palmer today.”
“Katie Palmer has nothing to do with this,” he growled.
“But she does,” Faith said, hoping she sounded as cool and logical as she was trying so hard to be. She’d been kissing Lorenzo D’Angeli, motorcycle magnate, Grand Prix bad boy, right here in her humble little living room. If he weren’t still standing there in all his magnificently male glory, she’d think she was making the whole thing up. That the vodka and tonic she hadn’t even taken a sip of had gone to her head and made her hallucinate. “Katie
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