Santiago's Love-Child. KIM LAWRENCE

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      ‘You did not know your mother?’

      She looked at him startled by his sudden change of direction and she stopped thinking about his fingers on her bare skin.

      ‘You said “apparently” your mother was slim,’ he reminded her.

      ‘Did I?’ Lily frowned. Her ability to carry on any sort of conversation was severely hampered by the fact that every time she looked at him she experienced a fresh jolt of mind-mushing sexual longing.

      ‘You did.’

      ‘Will you stop doing that?’ She snapped, adjusting her towel.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Checking out my cleavage.’ Last night he had blanked her, this morning he was mentally undressing her and not trying to hide it. What was going on?

      A laugh was drawn from his throat. ‘Don’t worry. I can discuss your family and admire your body at the same time.’

      ‘That’s an original slant on multi-tasking,’ she replied faintly. Inside her chest her heart was fluttering like a trapped animal. ‘But I have no desire to discuss my family with you…’

      A white wolfish grin split his dark, lean face. ‘Then I will settle for admiring your body.’

      Lily gave a frustrated little groan and felt a trickle of sweat pool in the valley between her breasts. What I need is a cold shower, she thought, picturing cold arrows of water hitting her overheated flesh.

      Think cold water… Unfortunately the mental cooling-down process was hampered by the addition of a slickly wet male body in the imaginary shower with her.

      ‘I don’t want you to do that either,’ she replied hotly.

      ‘Don’t you…?’

      Working on the basis that it was better to avoid outright lies whenever possible, Lily didn’t respond to this husky question. ‘Do you always hassle hotel guests this way?’ she demanded huskily.

      Slowly he shook his head and the twisted smile he gave her was hard to read. ‘No, this is actually a unique experience for me.’

      The hell of it was she wanted to believe him. She had always despised women who believed slick chat-up lines and here she was wanting to believe that a man who could have any woman he wanted thought she was unique and irresistible. Delusions didn’t get any grander than that!

      ‘Just for the record, my mother gave birth to me, and then dumped me with my grandmother, who brought me up. I haven’t seen her…ever…and as for my father I don’t know who he was, but the odds are she didn’t either.’ Now why did I tell him that?

      Lily began to get angrily to her feet. This had to be some sort of game. ‘I’m not playing,’ she muttered from between clenched teeth.

      To her way of thinking there was no way a man who possessed a perfect, hard, streamlined, muscular body like Santiago could possibly find anything to admire in her own over-generous curves.

      She gave a startled yelp when halfway to her feet the towel she was clutching was unceremoniously wrenched from her fingers.

      ‘Give that back!’ she pleaded huskily.

      He shook his head, slung the towel carelessly in the pool and removed his shades. His extravagant lashes lifted from the razor-edged curve of his cheekbones to reveal stunning eyes, so dark as to be almost black and flecked by pinpricks of silver. Lily gasped and shivered uncontrollably; the message glimmering in those mesmerising depths was inescapably sensual.

      ‘You didn’t ask me why I didn’t sleep last night…?’

      Raw and driven, his voice drew a low moan from her throat. Lily pressed a hand to the base of her throat where a pulse was hammering away. ‘I find hot milk works a treat.’

      This sterling advice caused his mouth to spasm slightly, but didn’t alter the hot, hungry expression in his eyes. His voice dropped to a low, sexy rasp as he explained. ‘I didn’t sleep last night because I was thinking about you, and this morning I come out to cool down and here you are. Do you believe in fate…?’

      Lily discovered she believed in everything he said in that sinfully sexy voice of his—which probably made her certifiable. ‘I really should be going…’ This is pure physical attraction and not a good thing to act on, she told herself firmly. ‘It takes simply ages to dry my hair; it’s so thick—’

      His authoritative voice cut slickly through her garbled flow of inanity. ‘Your hair is rich and lustrous.’ He let the damp strands fall through his fingers.

      ‘You think…?’ she echoed weakly.

      ‘I do.’

      Lily fought to inject a sliver of sanity into the proceedings and shook her head. ‘No, it’s mousy.’ His incredibly long ebony lashes had golden tips and the fine lines that radiated from around his eyes were incredibly attractive.

      ‘We really are going to have to work on that self-esteem issue.’

      ‘We? There is no we. We can’t have this conversation. It isn’t…I don’t know you!’ Her voice rose in weak protest as her defences went into meltdown.

      ‘What has that got to do with anything?’

      ‘Everything,’ she replied, staring helplessly up into his incredible eyes.

      He shook his head. ‘It is totally irrelevant. Can you deny this feels amazingly right?’ he challenged as he took her by the shoulders. ‘I can’t look at you without wanting to sink into your sweet satiny softness and lose myself.’

      ‘You can’t say things like to me!’ she gasped while thinking, You can do just anything to me! Please do it now!

      His earthy laugh made every downy hair on her body stand on end. Either he had meant it, or he was a spectacularly good liar! By that point Lily didn’t care which it was; she was burning up from the inside out with need.

      His shoulders lifted expressively. ‘But I just did.’ His smile was a potent mix of tenderness and predatory ferocity.

      He didn’t make any move to stop her when Lily, unable to resist temptation any longer, reached up and touched his lean cheek. ‘I want to see you, touch you.’

      His eyes didn’t leave hers for a second as he took her fingers from his face and raised them to his lips.

      ‘And you shall,’ he promised. ‘If that is what you want?’

      Lily shook her head. ‘I think…I don’t know…’

      Santiago turned her hand over and traced a path across her palm with the pad of his thumb before touching the plain wedding band on her finger. His head lifted. ‘But you are thinking about your husband?’

      CHAPTER FOUR

      I’M NOT thinking about him, but I should be.

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