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‘You see…ex-husbands do have some uses,’ he observed evenly, and lifted his fingers to unclasp the necklace, letting it slide into the palm of his hand like a heavy and glittering snake. ‘There. Better?’
‘Much…thank you.’ Jennifer composed her face and turned—noting the dull flush of colour which was accentuating his high cheekbones. She knew what it meant when he looked like that—or at least she thought she did. Was he just getting overheated, or…?
Did he still want her? Was he imagining what they would have been doing in here if they were still married? Him rucking up her dress and pushing at her panties, unzipping himself and thrusting deep inside her, with her back pushed against the steel wall?
Oh, Lord—what was the matter with her? How could the thought of sex with him be so unbearably exciting despite everything that had happened between them? Everything they’d said and thought and done and accused each other of.
‘Do you want me to put it in my pocket?’ he asked.
‘What?’ asked Jennifer blankly.
He held the gems up. ‘This.’
‘Sure.’ She nodded her head and turned away, unwilling to watch him slide them into his trousers, some sixth sense telling her what her eyes did not want to see—that he was hard and aroused.
So why did that thought give her some kind of primitive satisfaction instead of shocking her to the core?
As the minutes ticked by she could feel beads of sweat trickling down her back and a faint dampness gathering beneath the heaviness of her breasts. Shifting her position in her high-heeled shoes, she could see the faint sheen on Matteo’s olive skin, and she swallowed as their eyes met in an uncomfortable moment of awareness.
‘It’s hot,’ he said huskily.
‘Yes.’ She looked into his face because there was nowhere else to look. Nowhere to run. The bare steel walls seemed to be shrinking in on them, and suddenly Jennifer was terrified of this false intimacy—frightened of the sensations which were beginning to creep over her skin and the thoughts which were flooding into her head.
She turned away from him and lifted up her fist, pounding it hard on the metal surface of the wall and wincing as she struck.
‘Help! Let us out!’ she called. But the silence was deafening. She raised her voice. ‘Let us out!’
‘Why do you shout when no one will hear us, Jenny?’
‘Somebody’s got to hear us! Because being in here with you is driving me mad!’
‘I thought you liked that aspect of our relationship.’
‘I wasn’t talking sexual!’
His eyes drifted over the hard points of her nipples. ‘Weren’t you?’
‘Oh, can’t you keep your mind on something other than your bloody libido?’
Matteo almost smiled. She was angry. And she was aroused, too. He knew that with a certainty which only increased his own desire to an almost unbearable pitch. Would he ever again know a woman as intimately as he did this one?
She wished he would stop looking at her. She wished he was anywhere other than here. Because just his presence was making her have the kind of thoughts which were forbidden. Longing thoughts. Wishful thoughts.
‘Help!’ she screamed again, and this time she began to drum both fists against the wall. ‘Please, somebody—help us!’
‘Jenny, don’t—’
But his words inflamed her even more—or maybe she was just in the mood to be inflamed. And seeing his insufferably enigmatic face as he calmly watched her losing it was like pouring paraffin on an already blazing fire. ‘I’ll do as I damn well please!’ she retorted furiously. ‘And you can’t stop me!’
He wanted to marvel, because this raging woman was utterly magnificent, but he could see from the rapid movement of her breathing that she was in danger of hyperventilating. ‘That’s enough! Now, stop it,’ he said flatly.
‘No!’ she yelled, and hot, angry tears began to spill from beneath her eyelids. ‘No, I won’t stop it!’
Swiftly he moved towards her, wrenching her away from the wall, and she whirled round, imprisoned in his arms, and began to beat against his chest instead.
‘Si,’ he urged her softly. ‘Hit me. Hit me if it makes you feel better, cara!’
‘Bastard!’ She slapped him. ‘You bloody, bloody cheating bastard!’
