fact, and Maggie accepted it as such. When it came to matters carnal she was quite prepared to accept that Rafael was the expert.
‘But?’
He touched a finger to her lips. ‘And afterwards we will discuss how it is that you were a virgin.’ His eyes darkened; the discovery was one that would stay with him for ever. ‘I could have hurt you and that would have…’
The expression of self-loathing on his face as he broke off and swallowed hard drew a cry of protest from Maggie. ‘You didn’t—you were perfect.’
His mouth curved into a complacent smile. ‘Yes, you mentioned that. Don’t blush—a man likes to be appreciated.’ The smile faded from his face. ‘Now let me show you how much I appreciate you.’
Maggie’s eyes darkened. ‘Please,’ she whispered.
* * *
Much later as he lay still sheathed in the heat between her thighs Rafael struggled to make sense of his reluctance tobreak the physical connection even though his sexual hunger and hers were satisfied—finally.
He looked at her face pressed against the curve of his shoulder her lashes dark on her cheek as she surrendered to sleep and he realised it was foolish to analyse such things. It was not as if it were a meeting of souls; they were sexually compatible. Maggie was an amazingly passionate woman and an incredibly intuitive lover.
Rafael suspected there was still more passion there just waiting to be awakened. It was a pity that she would not be here long enough for him to unlock that promise.
CHAPTER TEN
M AGGIE put down her coffee cup and stared at Rafael. She waited for the maid who had fetched fresh coffee to leave before she replied to his invitation.
‘You’re suggesting I spend the rest of my holiday here, with you.’
Rafael refilled his own cup. ‘It seems logical.’
His idea of logic and hers were very different. ‘Not logical—mad.’
‘How so?’
She looked at him in astonishment. ‘It’s totally crazy.’
‘That is not an argument and, anyway,’ he said, considering her freshly scrubbed image with a smile, ‘I think you need some crazy in your life.’
She shook her head. ‘Last night was enough crazy to last me a lifetime.’
‘I seriously doubt that.’ He planted his elbows on the table and leaned towards her, a knowing look on his face. ‘You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?’
She responded to the goad with a frown and firm denial that she almost immediately cancelled by saying, ‘I couldn’t?’
‘But you want to.’
‘I have plans.’
Rafael, who knew about her plans, said, ‘Dump your plans.’
She tried to look amused when she asked, ‘Do women always dump their plans for you?’ Because of course she knew they did and she knew why.
Last night had been the most mind-blowing experience of Maggie’s life, and she would cherish it forever. Walking away this morning was hard—in a week’s time just how much harder would it be?
The thought frightened her and made her hesitate.
‘You will not regret it, I promise.’ While she was here with him Angelina was safe.
You’re such a saint.
Rafael ignored the sardonic voice in his head and added, ‘Did I not fulfil my promises last night?’
Maggie closed her eyes, hearing his smoky voice in her head promising her a glimpse of paradise and more. And he had made good on the promises more than once.
‘I’ve got nothing here, no clothes…no…’
He glanced at the watch on his wrist. ‘I am having your luggage brought from the hotel. It should be here shortly.’
Maggie laughed. ‘You were that sure I’d stay?’
‘I was that sure that I want you to stay. I will make this a holiday to remember.’
‘It’s already that.’ It would be strange going back to her normal life after this.
‘So why do you look sad?’ He had never experienced a desire to make a woman smile before, but he did now.
She shook her head. ‘I’m not sad…mad possibly,’ she conceded, ‘but not sad, just…’ She screwed up her nose
‘But?’
He touched a finger to her lips. ‘And afterwards we will discuss how it is that you were a virgin.’ His eyes darkened; the discovery was one that would stay with him for ever. ‘I could have hurt you and that would have…’
The expression of self-loathing on his face as he broke off and swallowed hard drew a cry of protest from Maggie. ‘You didn’t—you were perfect.’
His mouth curved into a complacent smile. ‘Yes, you mentioned that. Don’t blush—a man likes to be appreciated.’ The smile faded from his face. ‘Now let me show you how much I appreciate you.’
Maggie’s eyes darkened. ‘Please,’ she whispered.
* * *
Much later as he lay still sheathed in the heat between her thighs Rafael struggled to make sense of his reluctance tobreak the physical connection even though his sexual hunger and hers were satisfied—finally.
He looked at her face pressed against the curve of his shoulder her lashes dark on her cheek as she surrendered to sleep and he realised it was foolish to analyse such things. It was not as if it were a meeting of souls; they were sexually compatible. Maggie was an amazingly passionate woman and an incredibly intuitive lover.
Rafael suspected there was still more passion there just waiting to be awakened. It was a pity that she would not be here long enough for him to unlock that promise.
CHAPTER TEN
M AGGIE put down her coffee cup and stared at Rafael. She waited for the maid who had fetched fresh coffee to leave before she replied to his invitation.
‘You’re suggesting I spend the rest of my holiday here, with you.’
Rafael refilled his own cup. ‘It seems logical.’
His idea of logic and hers were very different. ‘Not logical—mad.’
‘How so?’
She looked at him in astonishment. ‘It’s totally crazy.’
‘That is not an argument and, anyway,’ he said, considering her freshly scrubbed image with a smile, ‘I think you need some crazy in your life.’
She shook her head. ‘Last night was enough crazy to last me a lifetime.’
‘I seriously doubt that.’ He planted his elbows on the table and leaned towards her, a knowing look on his face. ‘You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?’
She responded to the goad with a frown and firm denial that she almost immediately cancelled by saying, ‘I couldn’t?’
‘But you want to.’
‘I have plans.’
Rafael, who knew about her plans, said, ‘Dump your plans.’
She tried to look amused when she asked, ‘Do women always dump their plans for you?’ Because of course she knew they did and she knew why.
Last night had been the most mind-blowing experience of Maggie’s life, and she would cherish it forever. Walking away this morning was hard—in a week’s time just how much harder would it be?
The thought frightened her and made her hesitate.
‘You will not regret it, I promise.’ While she was here with him Angelina was safe.
You’re such a saint.
Rafael ignored the sardonic voice in his head and added, ‘Did I not fulfil my promises last night?’
Maggie closed her eyes, hearing his smoky voice in her head promising her a glimpse of paradise and more. And he had made good on the promises more than once.
‘I’ve got nothing here, no clothes…no…’
He glanced at the watch on his wrist. ‘I am having your luggage brought from the hotel. It should be here shortly.’
Maggie laughed. ‘You were that sure I’d stay?’
‘I was that sure that I want you to stay. I will make this a holiday to remember.’
‘It’s already that.’ It would be strange going back to her normal life after this.
‘So why do you look sad?’ He had never experienced a desire to make a woman smile before, but he did now.
She shook her head. ‘I’m not sad…mad possibly,’ she conceded, ‘but not sad, just…’ She screwed up her nose
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