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Authors: Sarah Morgan

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I’d stopped eating and so had he. I wished there was a way to make Christmas lunch go on forever because I didn’t want today to end. But of course in real life good things always ended.

‘We have to leave now.’ He spoke softly so that no one else could hear, not that they were paying any attention to us anyway. They were too wrapped up in Christmas pudding and conversation.

‘Of course.’ I hadn’t expected him to leave quite this soon and the level of disappointment appalled me. The whole idea of a sex-based relationship was to avoid these emotional lows. Clearly I was doing something wrong. ‘I’m sure you and Kiara have lots to do.’

‘I’m not leaving with Kiara,’ he said calmly. ‘I’m leaving with you.’

‘Me?’ My mouth was drier than overcooked turkey breast. The same couldn’t be said for the part of me that was under his fingers. ‘I can’t leave. I live here. It’s Christmas.’

He glanced at our friends, most of whom were by now laughing uncontrollably. ‘They’re happy. And I need to give you my gift.’

‘You bought me a gift? You didn’t have to do that.’ I felt a little embarrassed because obviously I didn’t have anything for him. Presumably he’d considered it an obligation to his host. ‘Why didn’t you just give it to Rosie when you arrived?’

‘It isn’t for Rosie. It’s for you. It’s personal.’

‘You could give it to me here.’

‘I don’t think so.’ He reached for his glass and I noticed that he was still drinking water. I wondered again whether this was all part of his determination to hang onto control. It scared me how badly I wanted to push him and rip it all back until I exposed the real him, but maybe that was because I’d been nothing but exposed in the past week, so it was definitely his turn.

‘Why not?’

‘Because my gift is just for you. Not to be shared.’

‘How do you know it’s something I want?’ I jumped as someone popped a cork on another bottle of champagne. The movement increased the friction against his hand and I almost moaned.

‘I know it’s something you want, Hayley.’

‘How?’

‘Because you’d already typed it into a search engine on your laptop.’

I was so distracted by the sensations exploding through my body, it took a moment for his words to sink in.

When they did, I turned my head again.

His eyes were velvet dark and locked on mine. There was a faint gleam of humour there, and something else—something that made my stomach twist and spin and then drop like a stone from a high cliff.

‘My laptop?’

He leaned closer. His lips brushed my ear. ‘Did you manage to locate “The Niccolò”?’

Heat poured over me and warmth pooled in my pelvis. If he was waiting for me to respond, he was going to be waiting a long time. I couldn’t form a word let alone a sentence. I made an inarticulate sound that drew Rosie’s attention.

She frowned slightly, satisfied herself I didn’t need the Heimlich manoeuvre and drew everyone’s attention to herself by telling a funny joke that required sound effects and hand gestures.

Did I mention I loved my sister?

Nico didn’t seem to care what anybody else at the table thought. He was focused just on me and it was the sexiest, most intense experience of my life. Charlie had looked over my shoulder most of the time, as if conversing with me was an irritation he had to endure. The boyfriend I’d had before him used to just start talking about himself.

I’d never had a man look at me the way this man was looking at me.

As if everyone else in the room was inconsequential.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

His eyes were two shimmering pools of dark promise. ‘No? Because I happen to know where you can find what you were looking for.’

God, his voice was sexy. And the way his breath warmed my neck. I quivered and shivered. ‘You do?’

‘Yes.’ I could hear the smile in his voice and feel the sure, confident slide of his hand between my shaking thighs. ‘But you’ll have to come with me.’

‘You’re suggesting I leave my own Christmas party?’

‘You haven’t talked to anyone else since we sat down.’

A burst of raucous laughter brought me back to the present and I glanced at Rosie, who winked at me and raised her glass.

A different person might have scowled at the thought of being left with the washing up, but Rosie wasn’t like that.

She’d set this up for me.

This was my Christmas present.

I owed it to her to make the most of it.

Deciding that this was one gift I was going to unwrap in private, I pushed my plate away and turned to Nico. ‘Let’s go.’

Chapter Six

His car was still the same low red Ferrari. A growling gas-guzzling trophy of Italian engineering perfection.

I wondered if I was supposed to play it cool and pretend I travelled in cars like this all the time. Then I remembered he’d seen me half-exposed in a torn dress and found my computer search. Cool had flown the nest. I sank into expensive leather and sighed.

‘Do you realize this has a 4.5 litre V8 engine? They reduced the piston compression height as they do in a racing engine. Oh, God, I love it. I want to crawl all over it and lick it.’ I restricted myself to stroking the dashboard. ‘I suppose being Italian, you have to have a car like this. You’re not compensating for deficiencies in your masculinity, are you?’

His response was a slow smile because of course I already knew the answer to that question. I’d eaten Christmas lunch with one hand on his masculinity.

It was the first time I’d seen him smile and it was worth waiting for. It pulled his mouth into a sexy curve that hinted at more hidden layers. I stared for a moment, fascinated. There was so much more to this man and I couldn’t wait to uncover those parts—all of them.

This promised to be the best Christmas day I’d had in a long time.

Glancing in the mirror, he pulled smoothly away from the curb and down the empty streets.

It was still snowing. The Ferrari should have been a nightmare to drive in these conditions, but he didn’t seem to have any problems.

Nico Rossi was a man who seemed to take everything in his stride, be it split dresses, table fires or a lethal road surface.

‘So I guess the ability to drive fast cars is in Italian DNA.’

Risking life and limb, I put my hand between his thighs.


Cristo
—’ He breathed in sharply but kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. Impressive. As I said, this man had iron control. ‘You didn’t know Kiara and I were coming today. I assumed Rosie had discussed it with you.’

‘No. She sprung it on me.’

Cursing softly, he pulled in to the side of the road, the movement so sudden I was surprised the airbag didn’t smack me in the face. ‘Tell me the truth.’ He spoke through his teeth and his eyes were a dark flash of molten passion.

I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought him cold. ‘About what?’

‘About how you feel. I need you to be honest.’

I had no problem with honesty. I preferred it, even though honesty meant exposing yourself. Not the split dress type of exposing—the other type. ‘I’m in your car. That should tell you how I feel.’

‘I just want us both to be clear about what this is.’

I’d forgotten he was a lawyer. ‘You want me to sign a contract or something?’

He shot me an exasperated look and I shrugged.

‘Sorry, just checking. If you expect me to read your mind, you’ll have to give me more clues. You don’t reveal anything about yourself. Most of the time I can’t even tell whether you’re happy or sad.’

‘What about turned on?’ His voice vibrated, low and sexy. ‘Can you tell when I’m turned on?’

I thought about how he felt under my hand. ‘Those clues are easier to read.’

‘They’re the only clues you need.’ His gaze held mine. ‘I want you.’

It shouldn’t have turned me on to hear that, but it did. In fact it was exactly what I wanted to hear. I didn’t want anything else.

I wondered if the Ferrari came with a sprinkler system because I was fairly sure I was going to burst into flames at any moment.

‘Fine by me. My New Year’s resolution is to just have sex without the complicated, totally-messed-up relationship part.’

His eyes narrowed, as if he didn’t believe me and his scepticism didn’t surprise me. Why would it? We could put a man on the moon, but apparently we couldn’t convince the majority of the male population that a woman could want sex without needing to hear the
L
word. I didn’t have any reason to believe Nico Rossi was different to the average man.

There was a long, tense silence. Snow drifted onto the windscreen.

‘Tell me how you felt at the wedding.’

‘Honestly? I can’t really explain it. Obviously you’re an incredibly good kisser. And you’re good at other things, too. I was excited. Turned on. Exasperated that both our sisters chose to knock when they did—’ I stopped, thinking I’d pretty much summed it all up.

There was a long, pulsing pause and then he breathed deeply.

‘I was asking how you felt about seeing Charlie marry another woman.’

‘Oh…’

So now instead of a sprinkler system I had humiliation, washing over my skin like boiling oil, seeping into my pores and heating me up until I thought I might vaporize.

I’d been telling him how strongly I felt about him and all the time he’d been asking about Charlie.

I’d revealed so much.
Too much
.

Which was the story of my life if you thought about it.

Metaphorically and literally, my whole life was a ripped dress.

‘Right. Well, this is embarrassing.’

‘No, it isn’t.’

‘Not for you, maybe, but you’re not the one who just put herself out there.’

‘You weren’t broken-hearted?’

‘If we’re going for honesty here, then I’d like to know why you kissed me when you don’t even like me. I’m all for sex with no complications, but self-esteem demands it’s at least with someone who likes who I am.’

His gaze was steady. ‘Did you really think I would have had my hand up your dress if I didn’t like you?’

‘You’re a man. Men do that sort of thing all the time.’

He flipped on the wipers, cleared the snow from his windscreen and pulled back into the road. ‘Some men make decisions based on something more than a surge of testosterone.’

He shifted gears smoothly and the engine purred, loving his skilled touch. I sympathized.

I shifted in my seat so that I could look at his face. It was past six o’clock and anywhere else in the country it would have been dark, but in London it was as if someone had forgotten to turn the lights off. The place blazed like the runway at Heathrow airport. ‘Are you angry?’

It was a moment before he answered. ‘Thinking about you with Charlie makes me angry. Why the hell were you with him, Hayley? He constantly tried to make you someone you weren’t.’

‘That isn’t true.’

‘When you got this job, did he help you celebrate? No, he got drunk.’

And Nico had driven me home.

As my sister had reminded me, it had been Nico who had dropped me safely at my door.

My heart hammered against my chest. It felt like a wake-up call because he was asking me the question I should have asked myself right from day one. ‘I know you disapprove of me.’

As usual his expression revealed nothing. ‘You don’t know anything, Hayley.’

He pulled up at a junction.

The lights were on red and I found myself looking at the flex of thigh muscle as he stopped the car. And then he turned his head and I glanced from his leg to his face. I felt like a teenager unable to stop staring at the best looking boy in the class. Right at that moment no one else existed for me. We could have been the only two people on an alien planet where lights blazed and the streets were empty.

‘I don’t want to talk about Charlie.’ His voice had a rough quality that rubbed over my nerve endings and made me shiver.

‘OK.’ It wasn’t exactly an eloquent response, but it was the best I could manage with him looking at me like that.

‘And just for the record, I can’t explain what happened at the wedding either.’ There was an edge to his voice. ‘It wasn’t like me.’

One look at Kiara’s face had told me that.

Now I couldn’t speak at all. My insides were quivery. Warmth spread through me because right now I was the woman he was with and I didn’t care what had happened before or what might come after.

The lights had changed, but he didn’t move and neither did I.

We were locked together by a shocking chemistry and a total inability to look away.

Honestly, whenever this sort of thing happened in the movies I rolled my eyes. Although admittedly in the movies the heroine was staring at someone like Ryan Gosling, which maybe made the whole ‘struck by lightening’ thing slightly more believable.

But I hadn’t ever imagined it could happen in real life to an everyday person like me.

The connection was so intense and powerful I wanted to bottle it. I wanted to feel that same revved-up level of excitement for the rest of my life. Or maybe I didn’t. I wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep feeling like this.

I thought about
Groundhog Day
and decided if I could stay in a moment forever it would be this one, suspended in the blissful, almost unbearable excitement of what was to come without any of the trauma afterwards.

Maybe with my New Year’s resolution, all my relationships would feel like this. I’d live the excitement, then walk away before the collapse part.

A horn sounded behind us and I realized we weren’t the only people on the roads.

Nico swore softly and turned his attention back to the car.

He was driving towards the river and I realized I hadn’t even asked where he lived. I didn’t know where he was taking me.

We drove along the embankment, past the Albert Bridge. It was my favorite bridge in London. Elegant and floodlit, it sent sparkles of light over the inky black surface of the water below. When I was little it used to make me think of a woman putting on diamonds for an exciting night out. Rosie called it the Bling Bridge. I didn’t believe in fairy tales, but if I did, this bridge would definitely have featured in mine.

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