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‘Let’s go for a stroll.’ He held the door open for her, and they walked in silence to railings overlooking the sea.
He leaned against the railings, his legs slightly apart. ‘Come here.’
‘Why?’
He rolled his eyes. ‘Because you’re still supposed to be in role.’
She took a step nearer.
He coughed. ‘And my girlfriend’s really going to stand as far away from me as she possibly can. Not.’
She took another step closer, and he reached out to pull her nearer still, so she was standing between his legs and his hand was resting lightly on her hip.
‘So what did you think of the shop?’
Standing this close to him, she was finding it hard to concentrate. How the hell could he talk about business and keep it all straight in his head while he was holding her like this?
‘It’s called multi-tasking, Princess. A very useful business asset.’
She groaned. ‘Did I just say that out loud?’
‘Yup.’
‘I lied.’
He glanced down at her top. ‘Try telling your nipples that. They’re standing to attention.’
‘I think I hate you.’
He laughed. ‘Then concentrate. Tell me what you thought about the shop.’
‘The ice cream was good. The service was fine. The prices are about the same as mine. Oh, and the décor was terrible.’
‘What do they do that you don’t?’
‘I … have no idea,’ she admitted. ‘More flavours?’
‘They offer sandwiches. Hot drinks. So they can keep tourists happy in the winter months.’
And then he staggered her by rattling off a detailed analysis of the shop. What it was doing wrong, what it was doing right, where it was beating her, where Tonielli’s scored higher.
How had he got all that from just one little visit—a visit where he’d seemed to be paying more attention to her than anything else, flirting with her and feeding her ice cream from his spoon and getting her to do the same to him?
A skateboarder pushed past them, causing her to move closer to Dante. And then she discovered that her mentor wasn’t quite as unaffected by her proximity as he claimed. He was definitely hard for her.
Wanting to get her own back—just a little bit—and knowing that she was seriously crossing a line here, she licked her lower lip. Slowly. She let her gaze drop to his mouth, then back up to his eyes. Well, to his sunglasses. But she was pretty sure he wasn’t missing a trick behind those dark lenses.
‘You’re playing with fire, Princess,’ he warned her.
She knew that. Her body remembered just how hot he was. ‘About last night …’
‘We agreed to forget it.’
‘But I wasn’t fair to you.’ She’d taken her pleasure from him, and given him nothing in return. And that felt wrong.
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Lost for words, Dante?’
He gave her a slow, wicked smile. Leaned forward. Touched his mouth to hers.
And it was like lighting touchpaper.
She became dimly aware of catcalls and whistles from a group of passing teenagers, and pulled back from him. His mouth was swollen and reddened, and she’d just bet that hers was in the same state.
And she couldn’t say a single thing.
‘Now who’s lost for words?’ he asked.
She blew out a breath. ‘This is supposed to be business. But.’ She swallowed hard. ‘You and me—this is getting in the way.’
‘You said you were going to wear something frumpy. So we could both concentrate.’
She spread her hands. ‘This is as frumpy as I get.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Do-me heels and tight jeans?’
He was blaming her for this? ‘You’re the one wearing the do-me jacket and touchable denim.’
‘Maybe you need to find yourself another mentor.’
‘There isn’t anyone else I can ask. If Nonno thinks I’m struggling, he’ll take over again and that’s not fair. He’s seventy-three. He deserves a chance to relax with Nonna and have some fun.’
‘What about your old boss in London?’
She shook her head. ‘She’s ill. It wouldn’t be fair to ask her. And I’m not asking Emilio Mancuso.’
‘What’s wrong with him?’
‘I …’ She grimaced. ‘Nothing I can put my finger on.’
‘But your instincts tell you no.’
She nodded. ‘So there’s only you I can ask.’
‘Scraping the bottom of the barrel, hmm?’
‘No. You were my first choice. You know what you’re doing. I could learn a lot from you.’
‘But?’
She sighed. ‘But it doesn’t help when you turn up looking like sex on legs. When you feed me ice cream from your spoon and give me smouldering looks.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you saying you want to do me, Princess?’
God, yes. She shivered. ‘I don’t normally behave like this.’
‘No?’
So he did know about London. She felt her face redden. ‘You provoked me.’
‘Not that much. You could’ve called a halt at any time.’
Yes. Which was exactly what she’d planned to do. But the touch of his skin against hers had pushed everything out of her head. Besides, it hadn’t been completely one-sided. He’d started it. And if he was that uninterested, why was he touching her now? ‘Your hands are still on my bottom,’ she informed him. ‘And there are …’ She gave a delicate cough. ‘Other signs, shall we say.’
‘So there are.’ He sighed. ‘OK. I admit it. I have the hots for you. And, judging by last night, it’s mutual.’
‘We don’t even like each other. You think I’m a spoiled princess.’
‘You are. And, since we’re telling it like it is, you think I’m … ?’
‘A workaholic. Someone who wouldn’t know how to begin to have fun.’
‘A dull boy, hmm?’ He shrugged. ‘Bottom line, Princess, this isn’t going to work. You’re looking for someone to give you a good time. And I don’t have space in my life for someone who’s going to stamp her foot every time I’m late for dinner, or when I don’t want to go to a party because I have more important things to do with my time than listen to tedious people spouting their opinion about something they know nothing about, or talking drivel about trivial things.’
‘I don’t stamp my feet,’ she said, glowering at him.
‘Metaphorically, you’re doing it right now.’
‘So why did you agree to be my mentor?’ She still didn’t quite understand that.
‘Because I owe Gino.’
‘You owe Nonno? Why?’
‘He gave me a break when I was younger, taught me a few things about business. So helping you out of trouble is kind of payback.’
She felt deflated. So he wasn’t doing this because he liked her.
‘You’re right. I don’t like you,’ he agreed—as if she’d said it out loud. Or maybe it was written all over her face. ‘I don’t like what you stand for. The way you were quite happy to take your allowance and swan off round the world, then almost never came back to see your grandparents.’
‘And how would you know anything about that?’
‘Because I saw the wistfulness in Gino’s face whenever he talked about you.’
Her grandfather had talked to Dante about her?
‘He missed you.’
Guilt flooded through her. She hadn’t been fair, but her grandparents had never complained. She didn’t have to give him any explanation for her behaviour; but on the other hand she didn’t want him to think she was completely selfish and spoiled. ‘I was eighteen, Dante. I knew there was a big wide world out there. I wanted to see it. I wanted to know what else there was outside Naples. So, yes, I travelled. I went to Rome, to Milan, to Paris. To Sydney and New York and LA.’
‘Style capitals.’ He didn’t look impressed.
‘Yes, I’ll give you that. The fashion drew me, at first. But then I went to London. To meet my mother’s family. To find out about that side of me. Wouldn’t you have been curious, in my shoes? Wouldn’t you have wanted to meet the side of the family you’d never met?’
That rather depended on what the family was like, Dante thought. He didn’t want anything to do with his father’s family. He’d seen more than enough destruction in the first fourteen years of his life and he didn’t need to see any more. ‘Maybe,’ he said cagily.
‘And I didn’t desert my grandparents. I rang home three times a week. I sent pictures and emails.’
‘Which isn’t the same as being here.’ He paused. ‘What made you come back?’
‘Primarily, Nonno and Nonna’s golden wedding anniversary.’ She sighed. ‘And then I realised they were getting old. My English grandparents had other children and grandchildren to look after them, but Nonno and Nonna only had me. So I thought it was time to come home.’
‘And take over the family business.’
She nodded. ‘Because I’m the last of the Toniellis. I have to step up to the plate.’
It wasn’t what she wanted to do. He could see that. Yet she wasn’t ignoring her duty—and he approved of that.
‘What about your job in the art gallery?’
‘Amy retired—she was ill, and the gallery was too much of a burden. She sold it.’
‘Didn’t the new owner want to keep you on?’
She blew out a breath. ‘Let’s just say we didn’t see eye to eye. So I guess it worked out for the best—I could leave and come back to Naples without letting anyone down.’
‘What was the problem?’
‘He treated me like an airhead. Which,’ she said, ‘I’m not. I could’ve done a degree.’
He gave a mirthless laugh. ‘Pushing paper around and partying for three years?’
‘No, a university education teaches you how to think.’ She frowned. ‘I take it you didn’t go to university.’
‘No. And I didn’t miss a thing. I learned a lot more from life.’
‘Didn’t your parents want you to go?’
He didn’t want to talk about his parents. ‘No,’ he said shortly. ‘There’s more to life than studying.’
‘A minute ago, you were kissing me. Now, we’re sniping at each other.’ She shook her head, as if she didn’t have a clue how it had started. ‘Why are we fighting?’
‘Because you don’t understand where I’m coming from, and I don’t understand you. It’s like comparing … oh, apples and oranges. We’re too different.’ Though it didn’t stop him wanting her. And he hated the fact that she could make his control slip.
‘So what are we going to do about this?’ she asked.
‘About what?’
‘You and me.’
‘There is no you and me.’
She moved forward again, just far enough to brush against his erection. ‘No?’
‘There is no you and me,’ he repeated through gritted teeth. He’d agree to mentor her. But it was hard to concentrate on this mentoring stuff when they couldn’t even be in the same room without wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.
‘You’re telling me,’ she said dryly.
He groaned. ‘Tell me I didn’t say that out loud.’
‘You did.’ And she looked mightily pleased about it.
What was wrong with him? He never lost control like this. He’d spent years training himself to have absolute control over his feelings. To make sure that he didn’t turn into his father.
But there was something about Carenza Tonielli. Something that made all his rules just beg to be broken. He bent his head to hers and kissed her again, enjoying the way she responded so hotly to him. The way she opened her mouth beneath his, letting him deepen the kiss. The way her hands curved over his buttocks, pulling him closer.
When he broke the kiss, her eyes were fever-bright and her mouth looked utterly lush. ‘Why don’t you just take me home, Princess?’ he asked softly. ‘Come home with me and do me.’
Her mouth parted. Delectably. Tempting. Perfect, even white teeth; soft, perfect rosebud lips; and she made him ache. God, he wanted her. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone this much in his entire life. ‘Yes,’ she whispered.
CHAPTER FOUR
THEY walked back towards his place in silence. Dante’s head was telling him that this was a seriously bad plan, but his body was insistent that it was the best idea he’d had in years.
He realised that he was walking a bit too fast, given how high Carenza’s heels were, and slowed his pace a bit to accommodate her. She gave him a grateful look.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered. And he had to look away from her before he did something really stupid. Like pinning her against the nearest wall and kissing her until they were both dizzy. The way he was feeling right now, they’d end up getting arrested for public indecency.
What was it about Carenza Tonielli that made him lose control like this?
And that made her the worst possible person he could be with. Because losing control absolutely wasn’t an option for him. Not with his background. He couldn’t afford to take that risk.
He still hadn’t got himself completely back in control when she stopped him outside a pharmacy.
‘What?’ he asked.
‘Supplies,’ she said. ‘Unless you already have some.’
Supplies? Then he realised what she meant. How the hell had that slipped his mind? ‘Uh. No. I haven’t. Wait here.’
He emerged with a pack of condoms in his pocket. It made him feel a bit like a schoolboy. Then he shook himself. This was simply getting rid of a distraction that was annoying both of them. Sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Once they’d got that out of the way, everything was going to be just fine. His head would be clear. So would hers. He’d help her fix her business and she’d be out of his life. No more complications.
The nearer they got to the restaurant, the more tense his muscles became.
Well, this had been his suggestion. Good or bad, he had to live with the consequences.
He went round to the side entrance and unlocked the door to let her in. It slammed behind them—and then everything bubbled over and his control snapped. He pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard. God, she was so soft, smelled so sweet …
And she was matching him kiss for kiss, bite for bite, hunger for hunger.
Dante wasn’t sure how or when he’d done it, but he’d lifted Carenza and her legs were wrapped round his waist. He rocked his pelvis against hers and she moaned against his mouth. He could feel the heat of her sex through her jeans, and he just couldn’t wait any more. He walked up the stairs with her still wrapped round him, not letting her go until he’d reached his bedroom; then slowly he let her slide to the floor, keeping her close to him so she’d be able to feel just how ready he was for her.
The next few moments were a blur. He had no idea who ripped whose clothes off, but at last they were naked. Skin to skin. As he’d wanted to be ever since she’d opened her mouth in the gelateria and let him feed her a spoonful of ice cream.
‘Loosen your hair,’ he said hoarsely.
She put one hand behind her head, took out the band holding her hair back, and shook her head so her hair fell over her shoulders.
‘Dio, you’re beautiful,’ he said, the words torn from him. She transfixed him. He cupped her face and kissed her very, very softly before letting his hands mould to her shape, stroking down over her shoulders, pausing to cup her breasts and feel their weight in his hands, then slowly discovering the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
‘Dante, I …’ She licked her lower lip.
‘What, Princess?’ he asked softly.
Her breathing was fast and shallow, much like his own—and he could see it was an effort for her to speak. ‘Do it now,’ she begged. ‘Before I go crazy.’
‘Me, too,’ he whispered. He had just enough sense left to grab the box of condoms from his pocket and rip open one of the foil packets.
‘My job,’ she said, taking it from him and sliding the condom over his erection.
He nearly yelped when she touched him, it felt so good.
She clearly guessed, because her smile was pure satisfaction. Smug, that she could have that effect on him.
Ha. Considering she’d been the one to come apart under his touch last night …
He kissed her hard, burying his hands in her hair. She kissed him back and rocked her pelvis against him. Impatient? Yeah, he knew how that felt. He needed to be inside her. He needed that more than he’d ever needed anything in his entire life.
At last she was lying beneath him on his bed, her hair spread out on his pillow, and he was inside her. Hot and wet and … pure heaven. He stayed still for a moment, letting her body adjust to him, and then began to move. Taking it slow and easy. Letting it build.
Her fingernails were running down his back, just hard enough for pleasure.
He shifted so that he could push deeper inside her.
‘Oh, God, Dante, yes,’ she murmured. ‘More. More.’ She pushed against him, increasing the pace and the pressure.
He felt her body start to ripple round him, and it tipped him into his own release. When he came, it was like seeing stars. Everything seemed to sparkle in his head. When he opened his eyes, he could see his feelings reflected in her eyes, that same sense of wonder. The whole world felt as if it had shifted.
He rolled off her and lay there beside her, utterly stunned. He’d thought they’d be good together, but not this good. Especially the first time.
Unless you counted last night as the first time.
But 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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