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her ears, but the exigency of the moment must have jerked her memory, because she dredged up an image of a thin emergency package in the deepest reach of her purse.
    Maybe fate or the devil were on her side, for, scrabbling among the debris, her fingers located the precious article. She held up the battered package.
    ‘Here,’ she breathed in triumph.
    She saw his eyes as he snatched it from her. Their focused, hungry gleam incited such an intense and burning heat in her, such an inferno of responsive lust, she could barely wait for him to sheathe himself.
    Swiftly it was done.
    She clung to him and locked her legs around his waist. Then he thrust his virile length inside her again and again, filling her up, stroking the inner walls of her yearning, burning flesh. It was good, so, thrillingly, shudderingly good.
    As she felt his fabulous hardness inside her her passion escalated out of control and she zoomed to an extreme and explosive climax. Her first during the actual act. Fantastically,
his
tumultuous spill happened almost at the same time, groans of release shuddering through his big frame while pleasure rayed through her bloodstream like light.
    He held her close to his beating heart, crushing her damp breasts, his hot breath fanning her ear. She felt shattered, and bathed in jubilation. She needed to pinch herself. So
this
was what all the shouting was about.
    Of course she couldn’t rely on it happening every time. It might even have been a fluke, brought on by the forbidden aspects of the scene.
    Even so, it was such a precious moment. For a wild minute she adored Luc Valentin. Felt pretty sure she would adore him
and
this boathouse for the rest of her life.
    ‘We should go back,’ she breathed into his ear at last. ‘We don’t want to be missed.’
    He held her away from him, his dark gaze urgent, compelling. ‘Come with me to the hotel. We’ll have a little supper and enjoy each other properly. You will come?’ He gazed at her, then kissed her. ‘
Bien sûr
you will.’
    Excited, relieved, she hardly knew what she said. ‘
Oh
. Well … who can resist a little supper? I’ll have to say goodnight to Neil and Em, though, you know. Otherwise they’ll wonder …’
    His mouth was grave, though his eyes gleamed. ‘No, we don’t want them to wonder.’

CHAPTER THREE
    S HARI slipped from the downstairs bathroom, anticipation bubbling in her veins. Luc was across the hall, waiting. Like her, he was spruced again, as immaculate as if their stolen encounter had never happened.
    She started towards him just as Emilie emerged from the dining room. They both halted, Luc backing into a convenient doorway before he was noticed.
    ‘Oh,
chérie
,’ Emilie exclaimed. ‘I’ve been wanting to ask you. What’s happening with Rémy? Where is he?’
    Shari hesitated and glanced past her to see if Luc had heard. Her heart lurched when she saw his expression. He was staring at her, his eyes sharply alert.
    ‘Well, he … I—I—I don’t know for certain.’ In a low voice Shari added, ‘He’s gone away, I think. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, I promise.’
    But Emilie wasn’t to be fobbed off. ‘You don’t
know
? Come on, Shari, something is going on. We haven’t seen either of you for months. He’s your
fiancé
. You should know. What game is he playing with you,
chérie
?’
    As she felt the blistering intensity of Luc’s concentrated gaze on her face Shari’s guilty cheeks burned. ‘Tomorrow, Em. I’ll tell you everything. I promise.’
    Emilie looked as if she was about to insist, but some other people burst into the hall, laughing, from the dining room, and she compressed her lips. She threw up her hands and exclaimedin a lowered voice, ‘It’s always something with him. When will he ever—?
D’accord
, Shari. Tomorrow. Don’t forget. I won’t sleep until I know.’ She hurried away to her guests.
    Luc waited until they were alone, then bore down upon Shari, his eyes glittering danger. She