through the whole thing he’d felt completely in tune with her—and that worried him. He walked to the beat of his own drum. Nobody else’s.
And then her hand found his; her fingers laced through his.
No, no, no. This was meant to be just sex. Not a relationship.
‘I’d better deal with the condom,’ he muttered, pulling his hand away from hers before he did something stupid. Like holding her hand right back.
When he came back from the bathroom, Carenza hadn’t moved, other than to pull the sheet over her up to her waist. She really was gorgeous; he could feel his body stirring again at the sight of her.
And he didn’t have a clue what to say. What she expected from him.
But then she smiled, shifted onto her side and patted the bed next to her.
Oh, hell. Now he knew exactly what she wanted. A cuddle. And to talk.
Well, he didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to spill his guts to her. That wasn’t who he was.
‘Dante.’ Her voice was very soft. ‘You don’t think I’ve finished with you yet, do you?’ And in that split second she changed from princess to vamp.
Irresistible.
He climbed back onto the bed. ‘OK, Princess, I’m in your hands.’
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