fuse.
“There are many explanations to make, but they can wait a while. You want this as much as I do—there will be plenty of time to talk after I have convinced you that you are only ever going to be mine.” And he took her in his arms and brought his mouth down on hers in a crushing kiss, which left her breathless with desire.
She wound her arms around his neck, ignoring the voice of common sense telling her this was madness, but every nerve in her body, every inch of tingling skin craved his touch. He lifted her, as though she weighed no more than a feather, and carried her into the bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed and proceeded to undress her, tugging off her jeans and, inch by inch, kissing and caressing each exposed part of her body until, not long afterwards, an ecstatic cry escaped her lips. Triumphantly, he moved across her and, with a moan, possessed her as only he ever could.
Afterwards she lay staring at the ceiling, incapable of speech, wondering what on Earth she had done. Six years of trying to get over this man wasted,
Alessandro lay very quietly, eyes closed beside her, caressing her stomach, and she turned and examined his face. There were a few extra fine lines on his brow and one or two silver hairs among the dark ones at his temple, which only served to make him look more distinguished. She gazed at the deep dimple in his chin and knew that if he ever saw James, he would know instantly the boy was his. This had been a disastrous mistake, and she knew somehow, she had to escape.
Unexpectedly, her chance came when his mobile phone rang, and with a curse, he got out of bed, picked it up, and looked at the number flashing on the screen. “Please excuse me a moment. I have to take this, and then we must talk. Don’t move.”
He took the phone into the dressing room, searching for a pen, and she slithered out of bed and pulled on her clothes in record time. Then, before he returned, she slipped quietly out of the apartment and frantically pressed the lift button outside. To her everlasting relief, the door opened immediately, but the journey to the ground floor seemed to take forever, and she shivered with shock at what had just happened and with anxiety in case Alessandro was already descending in the other lift, trying to catch her.
She fled from the hotel, gasping with relief when a taxi pulled up in front of her immediately, but in the traffic, it took an age to get back to the office to collect her car, by which time she was a nervous wreck. Amy paid the taxi driver with shaking hands and crossed the road to her car, looking around all the time in case Alessandro had caught up with her. By chance, Sandra was going to the post. Amy called to her urgently as she left the office and signaled her to get into the car.
“Amy! What happened? You have to tell me!” she demanded breathlessly.
“Something that never should have, and now I have to fly back to Venice as soon as I can get a flight. I only cleared half the things out of my office, but I can’t go back, so will you finish it for me? Can you put any personal stuff in the post?”
“Of course I will. Keep in touch, Amy. I’ll call your mother if there is anything to report.”
“Thanks. You’re a star.”
They hugged, and Sandra checked there was no sign of Alessandro before getting out of the car. Amy raced off to collect her things from her house, say a hasty goodbye to her mother, and make a dash to Heathrow Airport. By the evening, she was flying over the English Channel and away from Alessandro di Benedetto. But as she stared down from the aircraft window, her heart ached for what she had lost.
Chapter Five
H ving left London in such a hurry, Amy had not had a chance to alert Gabriel, so there was no one to meet her in Venice, and she took a vaporetto back to the Lido. She dragged her case the few hundred yards from the landing stage to the villa and went inside to find Sonya in the kitchen making dinner for
“There are many explanations to make, but they can wait a while. You want this as much as I do—there will be plenty of time to talk after I have convinced you that you are only ever going to be mine.” And he took her in his arms and brought his mouth down on hers in a crushing kiss, which left her breathless with desire.
She wound her arms around his neck, ignoring the voice of common sense telling her this was madness, but every nerve in her body, every inch of tingling skin craved his touch. He lifted her, as though she weighed no more than a feather, and carried her into the bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed and proceeded to undress her, tugging off her jeans and, inch by inch, kissing and caressing each exposed part of her body until, not long afterwards, an ecstatic cry escaped her lips. Triumphantly, he moved across her and, with a moan, possessed her as only he ever could.
Afterwards she lay staring at the ceiling, incapable of speech, wondering what on Earth she had done. Six years of trying to get over this man wasted,
Alessandro lay very quietly, eyes closed beside her, caressing her stomach, and she turned and examined his face. There were a few extra fine lines on his brow and one or two silver hairs among the dark ones at his temple, which only served to make him look more distinguished. She gazed at the deep dimple in his chin and knew that if he ever saw James, he would know instantly the boy was his. This had been a disastrous mistake, and she knew somehow, she had to escape.
Unexpectedly, her chance came when his mobile phone rang, and with a curse, he got out of bed, picked it up, and looked at the number flashing on the screen. “Please excuse me a moment. I have to take this, and then we must talk. Don’t move.”
He took the phone into the dressing room, searching for a pen, and she slithered out of bed and pulled on her clothes in record time. Then, before he returned, she slipped quietly out of the apartment and frantically pressed the lift button outside. To her everlasting relief, the door opened immediately, but the journey to the ground floor seemed to take forever, and she shivered with shock at what had just happened and with anxiety in case Alessandro was already descending in the other lift, trying to catch her.
She fled from the hotel, gasping with relief when a taxi pulled up in front of her immediately, but in the traffic, it took an age to get back to the office to collect her car, by which time she was a nervous wreck. Amy paid the taxi driver with shaking hands and crossed the road to her car, looking around all the time in case Alessandro had caught up with her. By chance, Sandra was going to the post. Amy called to her urgently as she left the office and signaled her to get into the car.
“Amy! What happened? You have to tell me!” she demanded breathlessly.
“Something that never should have, and now I have to fly back to Venice as soon as I can get a flight. I only cleared half the things out of my office, but I can’t go back, so will you finish it for me? Can you put any personal stuff in the post?”
“Of course I will. Keep in touch, Amy. I’ll call your mother if there is anything to report.”
“Thanks. You’re a star.”
They hugged, and Sandra checked there was no sign of Alessandro before getting out of the car. Amy raced off to collect her things from her house, say a hasty goodbye to her mother, and make a dash to Heathrow Airport. By the evening, she was flying over the English Channel and away from Alessandro di Benedetto. But as she stared down from the aircraft window, her heart ached for what she had lost.
Chapter Five
H ving left London in such a hurry, Amy had not had a chance to alert Gabriel, so there was no one to meet her in Venice, and she took a vaporetto back to the Lido. She dragged her case the few hundred yards from the landing stage to the villa and went inside to find Sonya in the kitchen making dinner for
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