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the ripples of excitement became a tsunami of pleasure, rolling in waves, shaking them like flotsam on a stormy sea, they rode the maelstrom together till on one impossibly high crest of pleasure they both shattered and sank.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    THROUGH SLITTED EYES, Jenna watched the dawn light steal into the room. Beyond the balcony the sea was a fathomless grey. Rather like the thoughts swirling in her head.
    Her pulse hammered a too-fast tattoo as her sated body gradually slumped back to earth. The rapture of Fabrizio’s lovemaking still wrapped around her, luxurious and decadently sensual. Yet as the bliss faded, bleak thoughts beat at her consciousness.
    ‘What are you thinking?’ The low rumble of Fabrizio’s voice came from beneath her ear as she lay, abandoned, across his chest. Hot, satiny skin and the tickle of chest hair teased her.
    She’d tried so often to resist the temptation of him yet her body, or perhaps it was her heart, continually undermined her resolve. Each time she wondered if this was the last time they’d be together and had been unable to turn away.
    She should turn her back on him if she wanted to keep her sanity. He’d come close to destroying her once already.
    Did it make it better or worse that she knew he’d never reciprocate her feelings? For him this was only skin-deep.
    ‘Jenna?’ That clipped word sounded sharp.
    ‘I’m thinking it’s time I got up and went to my own quarters.’
    One night had turned into three as Fabrizio extended his stay at the villa and Jenna, horrifyingly weak-willed, had spent every one in his suite.
    ‘Why is it so important no-one finds out we’ve spent the night together?’ His tone turned belligerent and she almost smiled in gratitude. An angry Fabrizio was far easier to resist than one intent on seduction.
    She opened her mouth to answer him then stopped. He didn’t need to hear about her increasingly desperate need to assert some independence from him and all he made her feel. Let him think this was all about keeping their liaison secret from her colleagues.
    ‘This is my workplace, Fabrizio. These are my colleagues.’ Though not for long once he took possession and she moved on to another post in the De Laurentis hotel empire. ‘I prefer to keep my personal and business lives separate.’
    ‘You’re too sensitive,’ he growled, which was his way of saying her work didn’t matter.
    She levered herself up off his torso and made to slide away when long arms hauled her back. With a puff of exhaled air, she landed on top of him.
    ‘No need to rush away. You’ve still got time.’ His hand stroked possessively up and down her spine and she wondered if it was because she’d left him, and now managed to keep a sliver of independence from his wishes, that he wanted her so much.
    Before, she’d been expendable.
    As if sensing her sudden tension, he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, then another, and something about the gesture loosened the knot in her belly. Fiercely she reminded herself it wasn’t real tenderness, but that didn’t stop her foolish heart racing.
    ‘You still haven’t told me why you walked out on me.’ His dark velvet voice brushed tantalisingly across her flesh.
    For three nights they’d avoided discussing the past, living only the present. Jenna was torn, knowing and hating the weakness that had kept her silent. She’d deliberately refused to contemplate all the problems between them just so she could spin out a little longer her time with him.
    ‘You haven’t told me why you checked out the taxis and hire cars, looking for me.’ Hospitals she could understand – if he’d genuinely been worried for her wellbeing, but why the taxis?
    He sighed and slid his hand to her bare thigh, circling one fingertip till she squirmed and snuggled closer.
    ‘The airlines too.’
    Shocked, she stilled. He’d checked the
flights
as well? ‘Are they allowed to give out personal information about passengers?’
    She