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‘Not nearly.’His grin was wide and wicked.‘Five?’He nodded, ‘Five times, Five times in one night.’
She looked at him blankly,
‘Is what I promise you.’
‘You’re kidding.Five in one night?’Transfixed, she gazed at him.‘You really think you could?’
‘Like I say.Chemistry.Inevitable explosion.’
So she was tempted—and he knew it.For one mad moment she considered it—a wild fling.Five big Os in one night—could hereally?Was it even possible?Hell, if anyone could, he could.He might deny it but a playboy he was—experienced.And if nothing else mattered, if nothing was at stake—most definitely not her heart—could she be free long enough for it to happen?Hell, she didn’t need five,onewould be enough.
‘No one ever has to know.’
She hit hard on her lip to hold back the groan that had its origins in her belly.
He leaned into her, and she stared into the stormy sea eyes.‘Why wouldn’t you act on an attraction this strong?’
She sucked in air, and refused to let herself think he was as attracted to her as she was to him.This was some sort of game.He was so used to winning and he only wanted to have her because he thought he could—she didn’t want to be just another milestone on his way.
He reached out, ran his knuckles down her cheek.‘This can’t be faked.’
Her face flamed under his touch, her lips desperately dry.
‘You can’t fake it with me, Cally.’
Her knees were at risk of failing and she was about to crumple to the floor.If she turned her head just a fraction those fingers would brush her lips.Blood buzzed to them; she wanted to feel him…
Injection of steel required immediately!Memories of Luc burst into her brain.She’d believed a pretty face and some pretty lines before and been so burned she’d never trust another.She walked away from Blake, put the island between them again, chewing away the tingling sensation in her lips as her back was turned to him.
But she had to admit she liked his blunt approach, his unashamed candour.At least he seemed to be up front—again it was liberating.And she’d return the favour.
She turned to face him, put her hands on the bench, sighed deeply.‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re actually too good-looking.’
‘I’m sorry?’He leaned against the opposite side of the bench, bending so their faces were level.
‘Yes, you know, thick dark hair.Big green eyes.Long lashes.Square jaw.Stubble.That’s just your face.I’m not even starting on your body.I’m not going any lower than your chin.’
The smile broke his intense expression, lit him up from the inside.‘I’m too good-looking for you to have fun with?’
‘Yes.’
He laughed.‘So you only go out with ugly guys?’
She was silent.
‘I begin to see why it is you’ve been without for a while.’
He leaned closer, spoke to her slowly as if English were a foreign language to her.‘You know there’s a big flaw in your argument.You have to be attracted to the person.If you think he’s ugly he isn’t going to turn you on, sweetheart.What are you going to do—lie back and think of England?’
‘History has proven that I have terrible judgment, terrible taste in men.’
‘Based on looks?’
She nodded, ‘I get bamboozled by them.Blinded, can’t determine the false from the genuine.’
He frowned.‘You can’t see past the exterior to work out whether inside the person is okay or not?’
‘No.’
