Shivers of delight tingled through her as she gazed at his lionlike eyes, open and observant. He’d always been a closed book as far as she was concerned. But when a man like Axe Salvadori offered himself on a golden platter?
She’d be a fool not to take him on.
Except she couldn’t let him seduce her, or could she? No, not until Carmelita was safe and sound.
She nodded weakly and willed herself to pull away, shut the door, and punch out the bed in utter frustration.
But her feet remained rooted to the spot, and her body leaned into his heated embrace. Goodness knew, she wanted him—the hot-blooded Italian nightclub owner, the star of her self-indulgent dreams, and the animal magnetism she’d been holding out for, knowing instinctively that no other man could ever touch her the way he would and enslave her so that she’d lose all conscious resolve.
She closed her eyes, inhaling his musky man scent heightened with the woodsy tang of his aftershave. She could almost feel his rough kiss, the scratch of his beard shadow, the taste of his tongue, and the sharp tug of his teeth on her plush lips.
The press of his firm lips on her forehead jerked her out of la-la land. He tipped her chin up and smiled. “I’m shutting the door now. Let’s reconvene after siesta and figure out what to do about Gabriel’s friends.”
