time he went home.
Of course, that wouldn’t be news to him. The full-day-tomorrow part. He knew it, because he was going to be part of that day.
Great sex or not, they hadn’t settled anything. He still owned land she’d come here to claim.
Anna nearly groaned.
How could she have forgotten that? Since when did she let emotion get in the way of logic?
What she’d told Draco was true. She’d been attracted to him from the start, even though she’d denied it until tonight. Seeing him at her door had forced her to face the truth, that even while she’d said she despised him, she’d wanted to go to bed with him.
Okay. Desire was one thing, but violating her ethical role in this situation was very much another issue.
She was an attorney, and attorneys didn’t get involved with the respondents in their cases. Assuming there would be a case to be involved in.
Okay. She’d made a mistake, a big one, but there was no sense in dwelling on it. What mattered was that it would not happen again.
The sex had been good, but she’d had good sex before …
“Hey.”
Startled, Anna raised her head and looked at Draco, who gave her a slow, sexy smile.
“You’re up,” she said brightly. “Good. I mean, I was just going to wake you.”
He shifted his weight, rolled her onto her back and framed her face with his hands.
“And just how were you planning on doing that?”
The sound of his voice sent a tremor dancing along her spine.
“Draco,” she said, “listen to me.”
“This was a mistake.”
“Yes. Yes, it was. I’m glad you understand—”
He kissed her, his lips moving against hers with slow, heart-stopping deliberation. She wanted to return the kiss, wrap herself in his heat, but she knew better than to give in.
“Please listen, Draco. I’m trying to tell you that—”
“We’re on opposite sides of what might become a lawsuit.”
“Exactly. And—”
“That makes us enemies.”
Anna sighed with relief. “Yes. This was … it was nice, but—”
“Nice?” he said, his voice a low growl.
“More than nice. It was—”
He kissed her again, deeper, more intensely. She felt him harden against her, felt that hot, electric jolt racing from her belly to her breasts.
Oh no, she thought, no, this wasn’t just good sex, it was something much more. She’d never felt this way before, as if she were standing at the edge of forever.
Draco slid into her. Her breath caught. Helpless, drowning in pleasure, she cried out as she rose toward him.
“Tell me to stop,” he said thickly, “and I will.”
She stared up into his dark eyes.
“All you have to do is say the words, Anna.”
“All right.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I want—I want—”
Anna moaned, tunneled her fingers into his hair and brought Draco’s mouth to hers.
A long time later she stirred, rolled to her side and nestled back against him.
“I meant to tell you,” she said drowsily, “you don’t have to worry. I’m on the pill.”
“Bene.”
He curved his arm around her, his hand cupping her breast. “Otherwise, I would have to leave you and go in search of a pharmacy.” He nipped the nape of her neck. “And that would be a pitiful sight,
bellissima,
a grown man crawling on his hands and knees through the nighttime streets of Rome.”
Anna laughed.
And tumbled into the dark cavern of sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
R EALITY came back in the blurred rush of gray morning light seeping through the sheer drapes, the soft patter of rain …
And the pressure of a man’s muscular arm curved around Anna’s waist.
Disoriented, she closed her eyes, concentrated ….
And remembered everything.
Draco. The thrill of opening her door and finding him there. The shimmering flash of excitement at what she saw in his face, the realization that she had wanted him all along, that half her anger at him was really anger at herself for wanting a man like him.
The night had been … What word could possibly sum it
Of course, that wouldn’t be news to him. The full-day-tomorrow part. He knew it, because he was going to be part of that day.
Great sex or not, they hadn’t settled anything. He still owned land she’d come here to claim.
Anna nearly groaned.
How could she have forgotten that? Since when did she let emotion get in the way of logic?
What she’d told Draco was true. She’d been attracted to him from the start, even though she’d denied it until tonight. Seeing him at her door had forced her to face the truth, that even while she’d said she despised him, she’d wanted to go to bed with him.
Okay. Desire was one thing, but violating her ethical role in this situation was very much another issue.
She was an attorney, and attorneys didn’t get involved with the respondents in their cases. Assuming there would be a case to be involved in.
Okay. She’d made a mistake, a big one, but there was no sense in dwelling on it. What mattered was that it would not happen again.
The sex had been good, but she’d had good sex before …
“Hey.”
Startled, Anna raised her head and looked at Draco, who gave her a slow, sexy smile.
“You’re up,” she said brightly. “Good. I mean, I was just going to wake you.”
He shifted his weight, rolled her onto her back and framed her face with his hands.
“And just how were you planning on doing that?”
The sound of his voice sent a tremor dancing along her spine.
“Draco,” she said, “listen to me.”
“This was a mistake.”
“Yes. Yes, it was. I’m glad you understand—”
He kissed her, his lips moving against hers with slow, heart-stopping deliberation. She wanted to return the kiss, wrap herself in his heat, but she knew better than to give in.
“Please listen, Draco. I’m trying to tell you that—”
“We’re on opposite sides of what might become a lawsuit.”
“Exactly. And—”
“That makes us enemies.”
Anna sighed with relief. “Yes. This was … it was nice, but—”
“Nice?” he said, his voice a low growl.
“More than nice. It was—”
He kissed her again, deeper, more intensely. She felt him harden against her, felt that hot, electric jolt racing from her belly to her breasts.
Oh no, she thought, no, this wasn’t just good sex, it was something much more. She’d never felt this way before, as if she were standing at the edge of forever.
Draco slid into her. Her breath caught. Helpless, drowning in pleasure, she cried out as she rose toward him.
“Tell me to stop,” he said thickly, “and I will.”
She stared up into his dark eyes.
“All you have to do is say the words, Anna.”
“All right.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I want—I want—”
Anna moaned, tunneled her fingers into his hair and brought Draco’s mouth to hers.
A long time later she stirred, rolled to her side and nestled back against him.
“I meant to tell you,” she said drowsily, “you don’t have to worry. I’m on the pill.”
“Bene.”
He curved his arm around her, his hand cupping her breast. “Otherwise, I would have to leave you and go in search of a pharmacy.” He nipped the nape of her neck. “And that would be a pitiful sight,
bellissima,
a grown man crawling on his hands and knees through the nighttime streets of Rome.”
Anna laughed.
And tumbled into the dark cavern of sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
R EALITY came back in the blurred rush of gray morning light seeping through the sheer drapes, the soft patter of rain …
And the pressure of a man’s muscular arm curved around Anna’s waist.
Disoriented, she closed her eyes, concentrated ….
And remembered everything.
Draco. The thrill of opening her door and finding him there. The shimmering flash of excitement at what she saw in his face, the realization that she had wanted him all along, that half her anger at him was really anger at herself for wanting a man like him.
The night had been … What word could possibly sum it
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