The Helen Bianchin Collection. HELEN BIANCHIN

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СКАЧАТЬ it is all he can do not to strangle his beautiful wife’s neck?’ He extracted bottled water, unscrewed the cap, filled a glass and handed it to her, then he took out a can of cola, pulled the tab, and drained some of the contents.

      ‘Or perhaps I should beat you.’ He lifted the can and took a long swallow. ‘Believe I am sorely tempted to do both.’

      ‘Try it,’ Hannah said tightly.

      He cast her a long dark look that sent shivers scudding down the length of her spine. ‘Don’t push me.’

      Without thinking she threw the contents of her glass in his face, watching with a sense of mesmerised disbelief as the cold water splashed from his broad features down onto his shirt, leaving a huge wet patch that was impossible to ignore.

      She didn’t move, despite a terrible sense of panic that urged her to run as far and as fast as she could.

      Instead, she stood glaring at him in silent defiance.

      His eyes didn’t leave hers as he set the can aside, then in seeming slow motion he pulled the shirt free from his trousers, undid the buttons, then he shrugged it off and draped it over a nearby chair before turning to face her.

      With deliberate movements he reached for a neatly folded towel displayed in plain sight and removed the excess moisture from his face, then he tossed the towel onto the bed.

      He was an impressive sight. Olive skin stretched over hard musculature, the liberal sprinkle of dark hair at his chest, a tight stomach, firm waist, with not a spare ounce of flesh in evidence.

      ‘Are you done?’

      ‘It depends.’

      He took a step towards her, and she stood her ground.

      ‘So brave,’ Miguel mocked silkily, watching her pupils dilate as he drew close.

      She was damned if she’d beg, and the single word emerged as a warning. ‘Don’t.’

      He didn’t touch her. ‘Don’t—what, specifically?’

      ‘I’ll fight you,’ she said fiercely, unaware that her hands had tightened into fists, or that her stance had altered slightly preparatory for attack.

      ‘You can’t win.’

      ‘I can try.’ She would, too. Self defence was an art form she’d studied to a degree, and she had the element of surprise on her side.

      He saw the slight lift of her chin, the muscle flex at the edge of her jaw, the anger, the fire so close to the surface.

      ‘Do you want to so badly?’

      ‘Yes,’ Hannah vented, and saw him slide a hand into each trouser pocket.

      ‘Then go ahead.’

      Hit him? For all the times she’d wanted to, for the few occasions she actually had…now that he was placing himself at her mercy, she found she couldn’t do it.

      Miguel caught each fleeting expression on her mobile features, and accurately defined every one of them.

      ‘I guess we need to talk,’ she offered slowly.

      ‘We did that. It didn’t resolve anything.’

      Her face paled as she recalled the explosive scene they’d shared early this morning.

      ‘Miguel—’

      Whatever else she might have said remained locked in her throat as his mouth slanted down to cover hers in a kiss that tore at the very roots of her emotional foundation.

      There was nothing punishing about it, just intense evocative passion that seemed to plunder the depths of her soul, dragging something from her she was reluctant to give.

      She didn’t want to respond. Dear heaven, how could she, when there was so much hurt and anguish?

      It was almost as if he was trying to tap into her fragile heart, to instil something so infinitely precious that meant more, so much more than mere words could convey.

      His mouth was the only part of his body touching her. He could easily have drawn her into his arms, used his hands to mould her slender frame to his, his heavy arousal in evidence. Employed sensual body heat to tantalise her senses, to touch and tease with such skilful expertise she would soon shatter into a thousand pieces. His.

      Yet he did none of those things. There was just his mouth, and the mesmeric intoxication of heat and passion.

      She hated the distance between them, and it took tremendous strength of will not to sink into him. This, after all, was the one level of communication at which they excelled.

      Sex. Really great sex.

      She’d thought it was enough. She’d even managed to convince herself that love didn’t matter. But it did, and a little part of her had slowly died with each passing day.

      Sensation flared, spiralling through her body, filling it with a sweet sorcery only Miguel had the power to wield.

      A faint sob rose and died in her throat, a slight compulsive movement he felt rather than heard, and he sensed the way her hands rose, then fell again as she sought control.

      The long slow sweep of his tongue against her own almost caused her to lose it, and she began to shake beneath the emotional weight of resisting him.

      He sensed the moment she ignored her mind and went with her heart, felt the first tentative touch of her hands as they crept to his shoulders and twined together round his neck.

      Something within him convulsed, and a deep shudder raked his powerful frame as he drew her close in against him.

      His kiss deepened, possessing with shameless hunger as he led her down a path towards sensual conflagration.

      Hannah lost track of time and a sense of place in the need to be part of him. The rest of his clothes, hers, were an unwanted intrusion, and her fingers sought the buckle fastening the belt on his trousers, only to have him shift slightly and cover her hand with his own before gently placing her at arm’s length.

      Her eyes widened and seemed too large in her face. Uncertain, she edged the tip of her tongue along the swollen curve of her lip. The gesture was unbidden, and she saw his eyes flare, then become incredibly dark.

      He placed a finger over her lips, felt the faint tremble, and cupped her jaw.

      ‘You are my life,’ Miguel said gently. ‘Amada, the very air that I breathe. Everything.’ A finger traced the pulsing cord to the base of her throat and settled in the sensitive hollow above the rapid beat of her pulse. ‘You have my heart, all that I am.’ His smile held a warmth that made her breath hitch. ‘Always.’

      Hannah wasn’t capable of uttering a word.

      ‘From the beginning,’ he added. ‘I took one look, and there could be no one else. Only you.’

      She found her voice with difficulty. ‘But we—’

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