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with a woman who’s smart, entertaining and sexy. That’s ten days, not a lifetime commitment. So I ask myself, why not make the most of that time until the real world calls again? Why does it have to be more complicated when we know it’s going to end on the pier in Barcelona?”

    She tried to form an objection but it was difficult now that he stood so close. His very presence had her swaying toward his point of view.

    The spicy scent of him seduced her as surely as his strong, masculine build. Hadn’t he charmed her with his bold-talking American ways? His willingness to admit he knew nothing about perfume had caught her off guard and made him different from other men, who, in her experience, liked to bluff their way through any situation.

    Heaven help her, she couldn’t say no.

    “How could we possibly hurt each other in a mere ten days?” she said. The answer was they couldn’t, right?

    But Adam approached the question from a different direction.

    “I think it might be more to the point to see how much pleasure we could bring to each other in ten days.” He reached to capture a stray strand of hair blowing across her cheek. The warm strength of his hand along her face churned a tenderness deep inside her.

    This was dangerous ground to tread with Adam. It was one thing to find shared pleasure. It was another to discover tenderness and mutual regard. Memories of Gunther assured her the latter was far more dangerous.

    “Shall we toast to pleasure seeking?” she said finally, powerless to halt whatever magic lurked between her and this man. At least she could control her response to it.

    “No.” He shook his head, his hand cradling her cheek as he tipped her face to his. “I think this is the kind of agreement one seals with a kiss.”

CHAPTER THREE

    A DAM DIDN’T WANT to scare Danielle away by being too intense so he couldn’t kiss her the way he wanted. He knew he’d never craved a woman this deeply before, and he sure as hell wouldn’t lose the ground he’d gained with her by pinning her to the rail and kissing her senseless.
    He tried to remember what she’d told him about perfume—that you had to appreciate the individual components to fully appreciate the harmony of the whole composition. With that in mind, he savored the silken feel of her cheek beneath his hand, the delicate throb of her pulse as he trailed his finger down her slender neck.

    Surely he could slow himself down enough to enjoy those individual facets.

    “Your intentions are noble, monsieur, ” she whispered through the darkness as she wrapped her hands around his neck. “But I think we should not waste time, lest I change my mind.”

    His heart slugged harder at her words as realization dawned. She didn’t want to savor individual notes. She was ready to explore the whole range of sensations working together.

    Arching up on her toes, she rose to meet his kiss. She kissed like an angel, light and graceful in his arms, making him want to squeeze her tighter so she didn’t get away.

    “Danielle.” He spoke her name between kisses, breathing the word over her mouth like an invocation.

    Everything about her seemed dark and exotic, from her violet eyes to the seductive French accent that he would hear in his sleep tonight. He hadn’t planned on involving himself with another woman for a while after the debacle back in the States with the actress who had misconstrued his motives when he’d squired her around New York a few times. He’d tried to set her straight gently, but she’d threatened to withdraw her endorsement of Prestige’s newest perfume. Although the company could find another “face,” the publicity would be negative.

    But his decision to back off dating for a while had been made before he met Danielle. She had the kind of allure that made it easy to break rules.

    “I must say good-night.” She pulled away, speaking softly. “Perhaps we can spend some time together tomorrow after you finish