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Very slowly she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her gaze never faltering, her eyes gleaming like sapphires in the lamplight, seeming to look right down into his soul. It took every ounce of the self-control it had taken Cristiano a lifetime to acquire to keep still, to keep silent as her hands moved down to the fastening of his jeans.
Her breath quickened as she undid them. Her lips parted and for a brief second her eyelids fluttered.
It was enough. Almost delirious with need, he kicked off his jeans and hitched her further up on the bed, rising above her as she opened herself up for him.
Biting the insides of his cheeks he entered her very slowly, watching her face, noticing how her eyes never left his. They were locked together. Lost together. Her hands were on his shoulders, and then, as the rhythm of their bodies grew faster, she let him go, throwing them wide on the pillows, her fingers curling and uncurling as waves of pleasure rocked her.
He sensed her tensing, arching, and felt his own body gather itself in response. Then she brought her hand to her mouth, covering it as her hips ground against him and her internal muscles tightened convulsively on him.
For a moment he stilled completely as her high, breathless gasp quivered in the silence, then he gathered her to him, holding her tight against his chest as he shattered inside her.
Kate lay very still, listening to the beat of her own heart, the distant sound of the traffic on the main road that bypassed the village. Ordinary sounds, the sounds she had heard almost every night for the last three years, since she had moved here with a newborn Alexander.
This was the floor she had paced with him during those sleepless nights when he had been fretful and colicky, when she had stood at the window rocking him and staring out into the darkness, watching the lights of the cars. Counting them. Wishing and praying that one set of them would belong to Cristiano‘s car as he came to find her.
He was here now. And in that moment nothing else mattered.
Chapter Thirteen
IT WAS still dark outside as Cristiano eased himself from the warmth of the old brass bed. The floorboards were icy beneath his feet.
Dio, he must sort out something formal with Kate about money, he thought grimly, picking up his clothes from the floor and making his way as quietly as possible across the creaking landing. Just in time he remembered to duck his head as he went into the miniature bathroom. This house seemed to have been built for dolls, or for families of Victorian Yorkshire miners, so used to crawling along claustrophobic tunnels that they would have had no problem walking around with a permanent stoop at home.
Unlike him. If they were going to be a proper family they would need a proper family home to live in. More than one, probably. He imagined that Kate would want to keep a base here, near her family and friends, but it was important for him to have somewhere in Europe, to be close to the best facilities for training.
It didn‘t have to be Monaco, he thought vaguely as he splashed water on his face.
Monza was good…
Straightening up, he looked at his reflection in the mirror above the basin.
It’s over, he thought hoarsely. The years of running away are over. I’ve found someone I want to stay with.
There was just the small matter of telling her about his past, he reflected soberly as he pulled on his clothes. He paused, feeling panic grip him for a second at the thought of what she might say. Would she despise him for his lack of academic ability? Would she be able to spend her life with someone who wasn‘t her intellectual equal and who had spent his teenage years bunking off school and stealing cars?
He clenched his fists, pressing them against his throbbing temples for a moment, closing his eyes as he struggled to regain his grip on rationality.
It was the first Grand Prix of the season in just over a week. If he could get back out there and prove himself, maybe he would be worthy of her. Maybe then she would see him as someone she could spend her life with.
The thin light of dawn was stealing through the curtains as he went softly back into the bedroom. His leather holdall lay on the floor by the window and he unzipped it, wincing slightly at the noise, and took something out of the inside pocket.
Cristiano?‘
Her voice was soft and throaty. Tensing himself against another onslaught of desire, he turned to look at her.
Si? ‘
You‘re dressed.‘ As she struggled to sit up he saw the look of bewilderment on her face.
I have to go.‘
She lifted one slender arm to her head, frowning as she pushed her tumbled hair back from her face. Where?‘
Cristiano felt desire stab him in the guts again, and steeled himself against it.
If he gave in to the temptation to have her again now, there was a very real danger that he‘d never leave.
Bahrain,‘ he said with an apologetic smile.
Oh.‘ It was a little indrawn breath, as if she had just got a paper cut.
It‘s OK,‘ Cristiano said gruffly, going towards her and putting the envelope Suki had organised for him down on top of a pile of thick novels on the bedside table.
What‘s that?‘ Her eyes were huge and frightened as she looked at the envelope.
Tickets. For you and Alexander—flights and a hotel and the Grand Prix itself. He‘ll adore—‘
No.‘ Her face was suddenly ashen, her expression closed and blank.
Clutching the bedcovers across her breasts, she reached for the washed out silk kimono that hung from a hook on the back of the door. Sorry, Cristiano. I can‘t.‘
For a moment he thought it was something to do with the money, and that he‘d offended her prickly sense of pride by making a gesture that she considered too extravagant. Don‘t be silly, Kate. It‘s nothing—‘
She‘d got out of bed. His voice faltered as she turned away from him and he caught a glimpse of her pale, slender back and the curve of her perfect behind just before it was covered by faded rose-pink silk.
You don‘t understand.‘ She was trying to keep her voice quiet, so she didn‘t wake Alexander, but he could hear the edge of hysteria in it. I can‘t go. I can‘t watch you do that again. And I don‘t want my son watching either.‘
With that, she walked out of the room in a rustle of pink silk, leaving Cristiano standing by the bed. A slow beat of anger started up inside him. Cursing softly in Italian, he gathered up his bag and swung it over his shoulder as he followed her down the stairs.
He found her in the tiny kitchen. Her back was to him and she was filling the kettle at the sink.
He‘s my son too.‘
His voice was dangerously quiet. Kate turned. Standing in the doorway, he looked impossibly huge and intimidating. And distant. Very, very distant.
Then you shouldn‘t want to encourage him,‘ she whispered.
Encourage him? In what way, exactly?‘
To do what you do. To think it‘s a good idea to put his life on the line for public entertainment.‘
Cristiano‘s eyes glittered like black diamonds. The bliss they‘d shared only a few hours ago, the intimacy, was like a fragment of a delicious dream, fading into oblivion with the gathering light. Kate‘s head spun. She felt as if she had stepped into a lift, only to find it was on some other floor and she was plunging down a dark, empty shaft.
That‘s what you think I do?‘
That is what you do, Cristiano. I watched you, remember?‘ Kate‘s voice was harder now, firmer, as she busied herself with the familiar, mindless routine of making coffee. I watched women draping themselves all over you, and film crews and journalists swarming around, and crowds all screaming your name. And then I watched your car smash into a barrier and burst into flame—‘ She broke off, giving a bitter parody of a laugh. There‘s nothing clever about killing yourself in a car, you know—any amateur can do that. Like my brother. Like my father.‘
And that was it. It was the old nightmare from her childhood, back to get her after all these years. She had lowered her guard—just as she had in Courchevel—and this was what happened.
Leaning against the doorframe, Cristiano tipped his head back, looking at her through narrowed eyes. I never claimed to be doing something clever,‘ he drawled softly. I‘m just doing what I can to—‘
What?‘ Adrenaline pulsed through her as she cut him off. Show the world that you‘re not a failure? The fact is Cristiano, no one but you thinks that. You might have had a hard time at school, but to everyone else you‘re a god—and to Alexander more than anyone.‘
It was as if she‘d slapped him. Suddenly the languor was gone and he was standing bolt upright, rigid, his hands clenched into fists as he came towards her.
What did you say?‘
Her chin rose an inch. I said your son needs you.‘
Before that.‘ His lips barely moved as he spoke. About school. How did you know about that?‘
Because you told me.‘ The words came out with quiet emphasis. You told me everything on that first night we spent together. You told me about the struggle you had at school, and about the sacrifices your mother made to give you an education. You told me about how disappointed she was when you didn‘t do well, when you started skipping lessons and hanging out with a bad crowd. You told me about how Silvio came to your rescue when you stole his car, offering you an apprenticeship instead of pressing charges, and you told me how angry she was when you accepted it.‘
