Mistress to the Mediterranean Male. Кэрол Мортимер

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you felt last night was not lust but something else? That you are in love with me?’ he added derisively.

      Of course she wasn’t in love with him!

      He was hateful. Arrogant. Mocking. And she despised him for discussing last night in this cold, analytical way.

      That completely mindless passion had never happened to her before, with anyone, and it was something she still had trouble accepting, let alone understanding.

      ‘Well, are you?’ Alejandro continued remorselessly.

      ‘No, of course not—’

      ‘Of course not,’ he echoed scornfully. ‘But you allowed me to touch you, to caress you, to kiss you—’

      ‘Stop it!’ she cried emotionally. ‘Just stop it!’ She turned away, shaking.

      ‘Yes, I will stop.’ Alejandro sighed heavily. ‘But you are a hypocrite, Brynne Sullivan. You are fooling only yourself by believing you are incapable of the same feelings that drew Joanna and I together seven years ago.’

      Brynne knew she was fooling herself. She was totally aware of the fact that she wouldn’t have been able to pull back from making love with Alejandro last night. She had wanted him completely. She had continued to ache for his possession for hours afterwards.

      She still ached for that possession …

      ‘You also blame me for the fact that Joanna went through her pregnancy alone, brought Michael up alone for the first four years of his life,’ he continued determinedly. ‘My defence to that is it was Joanna’s choice—’

      ‘Because you were married—’

      ‘My marriage is immaterial. It was Joanna’s choice not to tell me of the pregnancy or of Michael’s existence,’ Alejandro continued remorselessly. ‘If anyone should be angry about that, then it should be me, not you,’ he stated flatly. ‘I am disappointed not to have known Michael until now, yes, but I do not blame Joanna for the choices she made. They were hers to make, after all.’

      He was right. Brynne knew he was right. But it had been far easier to be angry with Alejandro, living, breathing, arrogant Alejandro, rather than Joanna, her feistily independent sister-in-law.

      ‘I do not intend to discuss this subject with you again, Brynne,’ Alejandro told her huskily. ‘The past is gone. Joanna is gone. And so any further discussion on the subject is pointless. Harbour such thoughts as you want about me—I am sure that others have thought much worse,’ he added dryly. ‘But do not think those things of Joanna.’ He sobered. ‘She was a beautiful free spirit when I knew her, a woman who knew her own mind and body, and that is how I will always think of her.’

      Joanna had been the same beautiful free spirit when Brynne had known her too, when Tom had fallen in love with her.

      And that almost gentle way that Alejandro talked of her seemed to imply that his own emotions had not been as removed in that relationship as he would have liked them to be …

      ‘There is only Michael now,’ Alejandro continued briskly. ‘He is all that is important.’

      ‘I agree,’ she said quietly.

      ‘You do?’ Alejandro sounded amused now.

      She raised her head to look at him, that amusement also in his eyes. ‘Yes, I do,’ she confirmed ruefully. ‘And I’ll try not to be hypocritical again,’ she added softly.

      Alejandro studied her between narrowed lids, knowing exactly what she meant by that last remark.

      Brynne intended to ensure that the opportunity to make love with her did not occur again.

      He knew it was the sensible thing to do. The right thing to do. And yet sensibility was not an emotion this young woman aroused in him.

      He had wanted her badly last night, had felt her quiver in response a few minutes ago when he had touched her, and knew he could not offer the guarantee, given similar circumstances, that it would not happen again …

      ‘You will “try”, Brynne …?’ he taunted softly.

      Her mouth tightened. ‘Yes.’

      Alejandro nodded. ‘Then I will try also,’ he murmured huskily.

      ‘Although this is perhaps not the right room in which to make such an assertion?’ He looked around them pointedly.

      The sudden vision he had of Brynne lying naked with him on his four-poster bed, those golden limbs entangled with his, the fiery swathe of her hair cascading over his chest, was perhaps not conducive to such a claim either!

      ‘I’ll go back and sit with Michael now.’ Brynne turned away from him abruptly.

      ‘Brynne …?’ Alejandro reached out to lightly grasp her arm. She stared up at him and he looked down into that beautiful but pale face; he saw the guarded emotions in those dark blue eyes.

      Alejandro was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss her again, to touch her, caress her!

      Instead he spoke harshly. ‘I shall be out to dinner again this evening but I will speak to Michael before I leave.’

      Brynne didn’t need two guesses as to whom Alejandro would be having dinner with again this evening.

      Obviously their discussion earlier had made no difference to his continuing a relationship with that other woman. No doubt Antonia Roig was sophisticated enough to deal with the sort of relationship Alejandro was used to, the only sort of relationship he would allow in his life.

      The sort of relationship she and Alejandro had almost fallen into themselves last night …

      Alejandro had been right to upbraid her on that subject. Her own response to him last night had made a complete nonsense of her assumptions about his casual relationship with Joanna all that time ago.

      Last night she had been a victim of her own desire for this man. She knew even now that she could so easily have forgotten everything but Alejandro as his hands and lips had weaved a magic over her body that she had had no thought of denying.

      Just the touch of his hand on her arm right now was once again weaving that magic …

      ‘I’m sure Michael would like that,’ she bit out.

      ‘And you, Brynne?’ Alejandro murmured throatily. ‘What would you like?’

      She would like him not to go to Antonia Roig! But to stay here with her this evening. For them to talk. To laugh. Before they made slow, leisurely love together.

      Madness!

      Her chin rose; she was determined to fight these feelings. And to go on fighting them.

      ‘Once Michael is awake I would like to go and have a quick bath before our evening meal,’ she dismissed lightly.

      The thought of Brynne, those long, golden limbs completely naked, her hair secured loosely on top of her head as she floated in the Jacuzzi bath in the room that adjoined her bedroom, was almost

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