as he reached over and plucked a peach from the bowl. ‘I suppose two nights isn’t so bad. Is Lucia coming with you?’
‘No, she isn’t.’
She frowned. ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea—’
‘You think I’m incapable of taking care of our child?’ A hard glint entered his eyes, chilling the skin on her arms.
‘It’s not that,’ she answered truthfully.
‘Then what is it?’
‘Annabelle can be a handful, especially when she gets tired. I just think it’s a good idea to have some help, that’s all.’
‘Which is why you’re coming with us,’ he said.
‘Me? But I wasn’t—I didn’t...’
‘Wasn’t that the agreement? We spend every day with our daughter?’
‘Yes, but what about my work? I have a meeting with Reynaldo and Tina on Monday morning.’
He frowned. ‘What time will you be done?’
‘About eleven.’
‘Bene, we’ll leave at midday.’ He turned to his daughter. ‘If you want a swim with Papà after breakfast, then go easy on those pancakes, piccola mia.’
‘Will you swim too, Mummy?’ her daughter asked.
‘Yes, she will,’ Cesare answered for her. ‘Mummy is not in any danger because she’s barely eaten a thing.’ His disapproving gaze moved from her barely touched plate to her face, and challenged her to refute his words.
The discreet but extremely rude finger gesture she used in his direction produced an amused smile. Then his gaze released hers to travel at leisure down her face to the frantic pulse beating at her throat.
Unable to stand the sensual heat any more, she set back her chair and stood.
‘I’ll just go and change.’ As she walked away, a saucy thought entered her head. Since she’d got here, Cesare had teased and taunted her sexually.
Well, two could play that game.
In her room, she quickly selected her skimpiest bikini, one bought for her trip to Bali when she’d been under the delusion that she could save her marriage.
She tried it on now and nearly lost her nerve. The bright green Lycra material—where there was any—clung to her skin in a blatantly provocative caress.
Flushing, she pulled a matching green shirt over it, grabbed a bottle of sun protection and hurried out of the room before she changed her mind. With each step towards the pool, she reiterated to herself the purpose of her actions.
She’d never been a pushover. On the contrary, she’d learned very early on in life to push back when pushed. Cesare had pushed her buttons enough.
The moment she shrugged off her shirt and caught his gaze, her heartbeat screamed out of control. Where sexual heat had burned lazily in his eyes before, this time they blazed with pure volcanic heat. The sheer power of it made her stumble to a halt. Heat rushed up and engulfed her whole body. Uncertain, she stood at the edge of the pool.
Cesare’s face set into hardened lines. His nostrils were pinched and his jaw was clamped tight as if holding himself by a bare thread. He couldn’t have made it plainer that she’d succeeded in pushing him to his very limit.
She wanted to run as fast as she could back to her room, tear the bikini off and burn the damned thing. But she couldn’t move. Concrete-heavy limbs remained riveted to the tiles, her whole body drenched in a need so strong it took her breath away.
His gaze slid downward, his expression growing tighter as it travelled over her and back to her face.
Finally, he turned to his daughter, made sure her armbands were secured, then he swam to the side of the pool.
In one vault he was beside her. ‘What the hell are you trying to do to me?’
She fought to hold a smile in place. ‘Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?’
He stared down at her, and then proceeded to circle her. When he reached her back, she heard a harshly drawn breath.
Despite her intentions, she cringed at the sound because she knew what he was seeing. Three fragile lines barely held the bikini together. It would take little more than a tug for it to disintegrate.
‘Santa Maria. You’ve never played this dirty before,’ he croaked.
‘I’m...sorry?’
‘You’re not sorry. You’re trying to punish me, make me want you so badly, I can’t see straight.’ His mouth was next to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Heat fired through her but she refused to back down. ‘I’m merely playing your game, Cesare. Question is, what are you going to do about it?’
He gripped her arms and whirled her to face him. ‘You want me to demonstrate the thousand different ways I want you? Now, in front of our daughter?’
‘I—’ Words failed her as shame racked through her. This wasn’t the outcome she’d wished for when she’d brazenly flung on the costume. ‘I didn’t mean to—’
‘You wanted to make me suffer, sì? Consider yourself successful. I’m burning for you, Ava. Make no mistake about that.’
Helplessly, she shook her head.
Without warning, his lips captured her lobe and he bit her less than gently. She barely managed to smother her gasp as hot darts of desire pelted her from head to toe. But, before she could completely melt under his assault, he’d released her.
By the time she’d opened her eyes, her shirt, warm from the sun, was once again around her shoulders. Cesare stood behind her until she’d folded her arms into them.
She started to move away but he grabbed her waist.
‘Are you satisfied now? Are you pleased with your little experiment?’ He pulled her back against him. The solid imprint of his arousal burned hot against her back. This time she couldn’t suppress her moan. But it was a moan of frustration and regret because she knew, much as she’d wanted him to suffer, she’d only succeeded in prolonging her own suffering.
‘Yes,’ she managed to say.
‘Good, because this is as far as you’re ever going to get, Ava.’
Her heart cracked and her legs threatened to give way. ‘Why? Have you developed a premature ejaculation problem?’ she mocked, unwilling to concede defeat despite every atom in her body wanting to slink away in shame.
Cesare gave a husky laugh. ‘Far from it, bella,’ he taunted, even as he pressed himself closer. ‘But you want a divorce, remember? So, technically, my hard-ons no longer belong to you. Think about that the next time you decide to test the fires so brazenly, tesoro mio.’
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