He cupped her breasts and drew his thumbs across the sensitive tips. Tracing, then circling, over and over until she thought she’d go crazy. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, and already she was insane with a need she couldn’t seem to find the words to express.
“Rafe, please.”
She couldn’t admit what she wanted. It was all twisted into a confused, seething jumble of conflicting urges. The urge for more. Far more. The need to stop before she lost total control. Or was it already too late for that? The sheer, unadulterated want to wallow in the heat and desire of his touch. This was wrong—not that she dared admit as much to Rafe. But she knew. And the knowledge ate at her. She shifted restlessly beneath him and he stilled her with a soothing touch.
Cupping her face, he took her mouth, obliterating the wrong beneath a kiss of absolute rightness. It was sheer perfection. Where their earlier kisses were filled with heat and demand, this one was far different. It soothed. Gentled. Offered a balm to the senses. The desperation eased, grew more languid, and she found herself relaxing into the embrace.
“You know I want to take this further,” he murmured against her lips.
“You also know we can’t. I couldn’t look your grandparents in the face if—” She broke off with a shiver.
“Then we won’t.” She could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the kisses he feathered across her mouth. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t come close.”
She squeezed her eyes closed. “That’s torture. You realize that, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah. But I can take it if you can.” A warm laugh teased the darkness. “I think.”
“We’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Do you really want me to stop?”
She considered for an entire five seconds. What had happened to her willpower? She’d never found it difficult to hold a man at arm’s length. Until now. But with Rafe… For some reason he affected her in ways she’d never expected or experienced before. Everything about him attracted her. His looks. His intelligence. His sense of humor. His strength. His compassion. Even his family ties—especially his family ties. They all appealed. And then there was her physical response to him. She’d come here wanting something specific from Rafe. What she’d gotten in its stead had been totally unexpected.
She slid her arms downward, surprised to discover that at some point his shirt had disappeared. “What if this isn’t real? What if The Inferno is causing us to feel this way?”
She sensed his surprise at the question. “Is that what you think? That your response is caused by a myth?”
Larkin attempted to control her hands, but they had a mind of their own, sweeping over the sculpted muscles of his chest. They were so hard and distinctly masculine, so deliciously different from her own body. “I…I’ve never felt like this before. I’m just trying to understand—”
“You mean rationalize what’s happening.” His laugh contained a wry edge. “Trust me, I understand completely. I’m not interested in another emotional entanglement. Not after Leigh.”
She stilled, the reminder an icy one. “Emotional?”
He leaned in until his forehead rested against hers. “Hell, Larkin. Do you think I want this to be anything more than physical? Pure chemistry?”
“I can pretty much guess the answer to that,” she said drily.
He rolled off her and onto his back, scooping her against his side. She rested her head on his shoulder and allowed her hand to drift across the flat expanse of his abdomen. He sucked in his breath, lacing her fingers with his in order to stop their restless movement. “Since the minute I met you, I’ve been telling myself it’s a simple physical reaction. That’s all I want it to be. That’s all I can handle at this point in my life.”
“But?”
“But then you told me about your broken leg and how you’d never been able to dance again….”
“I can dance. Just not the way I did before.” She shrugged. “So?”
“It just about killed me to hear you say that,” he confessed roughly. “To see how it affected you.”
“Is that why we ended up here?”
“Pretty much.” He tugged at her short crop of curls. He blew out his breath in a sigh. “Go to sleep, Larkin.”
“What about…?”
“Not tonight. I’m not sure I could stop once we got started. Hell, who am I kidding? I know I won’t be able to stop.”
Nor would she. “Are you going to stay here with me?”
“For a while,” he compromised.
She hesitated, not sure she should ask the next question. But it slipped out anyway. “What happens from this point forward?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I guess we take it one day at a time.”
“You think this feeling is going to dissipate over time, don’t you?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope so.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“We’ll deal with it then.”
She fell silent for a moment, then warned, “Whatever this is, Inferno or simple lust, it can’t go anywhere. You aren’t the only one who isn’t interested in a permanent relationship.”
“Then we don’t have anything to worry about, do we?”
She wished that were true. But once he found out who she was, that would all change.
Rafe woke in the early hours of the morning to the haunting sound of a howl. He glanced down at the woman sprawled across him and smiled. It usually took several nights to get comfortable sleeping with a woman. But with Larkin, all the various arms and legs had sorted themselves out with surprising ease. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly. If it hadn’t been for Kiko, he doubted he’d have woken until full daylight. Speaking of which…
Ever so gently, he eased Larkin to one side. She murmured in protest before settling into the warm hollow left by his body, her breath sighing in pleasure. Desire coursed through him at that tiny, ultrafeminine sound. Is that what she’d do when they made love? Would she use that irresistible siren’s song on him? He couldn’t wait to find out.
Deliberately he turned his back on the bed and crossed to the French doors. A full moon shone down on the fenced yard, frosting the landscape in silver and charcoal. Kiko sat in the middle of the lawn, her head tipped back in a classic pose, her muzzle raised toward the moon.
She exhibited an untamed beauty that drew him on some primitive level. Part of him wanted to run, free and natural, driven by instinct rather than the intellectual side of his nature, a side he clung to with unwavering ferocity. To be part of that other world, the world that called to the untamed part of the animal before him.
Knowing he couldn’t, that she couldn’t, filled him with sadness. She was wildness trapped in domestication…a trap he’d do whatever it took to avoid. Before she could voice her mournful song again, he gave a soft whistle. She hesitated another moment, gave a sorrowful whine, then padded in his direction.
“It makes me so sad.” Behind him, Larkin echoed his thoughts.
He turned to glance at her and froze. The moonlight bathed her nudity in silver. She was a study in ivory and charcoal. Her hair, shoulders and breasts gleamed with a pearl-like luminescence, while shadows threw a modest veil across her abdomen and the fertile delta between her thighs. Rational thought deserted him.
She inclined her head toward Kiko. “She feels the pull of the wild, but can’t respond the way she wants because she’s been trapped in a nebulous existence between wolf and dog, unable to call either world her own.” She fixed her pale eyes on him. “Is that how you feel? Trapped between two worlds?”
He still couldn’t think straight. He understood the question, but his focus remained fixed on her. On the demands of the physical, rather than the intellect. “Larkin…”
She made the mistake of approaching, the moonlight merciless in stripping away even the subtle barrier of the shadows that had protected her. “Your family is such an emotional one, but
you’re not, are you?”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Don’t be so sure.”
A slow smile lit her face and she tilted her head to one side. With her cap of curls and delicate features, she looked like a creature of myth and magic. “So you are one of the emotional Dantes?”
It took him three tries before he could speak. “If I touch you again, you’ll find out for yourself.” The words escaped, raw and guttural. “And I’ll have broken my promise to Primo.”
For a long moment time froze. Then with a tiny sigh, she stepped back, allowing the shadows to swallow her and returning to whatever fantasy world she’d escaped from. Everything that made him male urged pursuit. He knew it was the moonlight and Kiko’s howling that had ripped the mask of civilization from his more primitive instincts. He fought with every ounce of control he possessed.
As though sensing how close to the edge he hovered, the dog trotted past him to the open doorway. There she sat, an impressive bulwark to invasion.
“You win this time,” he told her. “But don’t count on it working in the future.”
With that, he turned and walked away from a craving beyond reason. And all the while he rubbed at the relentless itch centered in the palm of his hand.
She’d lost her mind. Larkin swept the sheet off the bed and wrapped herself up in its concealing cocoon. There was no other explanation. Why else would she have stripped off her few remaining clothes and walked outside like that, as naked as the day she’d been born? Never in her life had she been so blatant, so aggressive. That had been Leigh’s specialty, not hers.
Leigh.
Larkin sank onto the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands. What a fool she was, believing for even a single second that she could embroil herself in the Dantes’ affairs and escape unscathed. Maybe if she’d been up front with Rafe from the beginning it would have all worked out. That had been the intention when she’d asked to be assigned to the Dantes reception.
Her brow wrinkled. How had it all gone so hideously wrong? He’d touched her, that’s how. He’d dropped that insane proposition on her and then before she could even draw breath or engage a single working brain cell, he’d kissed her. And she’d lost all connection with reason and common sense because of The Inferno.
The Inferno.
She stared at her palm in confusion. She wanted to believe that it was wishful thinking or the power of suggestion. But there was no denying the odd throb and itch of her palm. She couldn’t have imagined that into existence, could she?
A soft knock sounded on her door. It could be only one person. She debated ignoring it, pretending she was asleep. But she couldn’t. She crossed to the door and opened it, still wrapped in the sheet. He’d pulled on a pair of sweatpants and seemed relieved to see that she’d covered up, as well.
“It’s late,” she started, only to be cut off.
“I’m sorry, Larkin. Tonight was my fault.” He leaned against the doorjamb and offered a wry smile. “I thought I could control what happened.”
“Not so successful?”
His smile grew. “Not even a little. I can’t allow it to happen again.” He waited a beat. “At least, not until I have a ring on your finger.”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“Let’s just say that once you’re wearing my engagement ring, I’ll consider my promise to Primo fulfilled.”
The air escaped her lungs in a rush, and she fought to breathe. “And then?” she asked faintly.
“And then we’ll finish what we started tonight.” He reached out and wound a ringlet around his finger. “One way or another we’ll work this out.” His mouth twisted. “Of course, getting whatever this is out of our systems will take a lot of work.”
“What if I don’t want to make love to you?”
He chuckled. The rich, husky sound had her swaying toward him. “Somehow I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
He leaned in and snatched a kiss, leaving her longing for more. And then he released her and left her standing there, clutching the sheet to her chest.
He was wrong. So wrong. Making love would be far more than a problem. It would be a disaster. Taking their relationship that next step would forge a deeper connection. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, it would create a bond between them that could offer nothing but pain.
Because the minute she told him that Leigh was her sister—half sister—and he discovered the real reason she’d approached him, he wouldn’t want anything further to do with her.
Six
“Nervous?” Rafe asked as he downshifted the car.
They climbed farther into the hills overlooking Sausalito along a winding road that led to Primo and Nonna’s. Each bend showcased breathtaking views one minute and then equally breathtaking villas the next. It was pointless to pretend she wasn’t nervous, so Larkin nodded.
“A little. Your grandparents can be rather intimidating. And now there’s the rest of the Dantes to contend with….”
She trailed off with a shrug that spoke volumes. A far greater concern was whether any of them would somehow make some sort of quantum leap and connect her to Leigh. With such a large contingent of Dantes present for Sunday dinner, she’d be lynched for sure.
Rafe spared her a flashing smile. “Try not to worry. The intimidation factor is aimed at me, not you. I’ve already received a half dozen lectures from various family members who are worried about my intentions toward you. Afraid I’ll corrupt you or something.” Pulling into a short drive, he crammed his car behind the ones already parked outside his grandparents’ home. “Other than that, I have a terrific family.”
“Big. You have a big family.”
He glanced at her, curious. “Is it the size that worries you?”
“Everything about your family worries me,” she announced ominously.
He chuckled at that. “Just do what I do and ignore all the drama. You don’t have to answer any questions you don’t want to.”
“I’ll tell them you said that, but somehow I doubt it’ll work.”
She opened the car door and climbed out, smoothing the skirt of her dress—something she rarely, if ever, wore. It was new, a purchase that both Nonna and Elia had insisted on making, despite her hesitation. In all reality, it was more of an oversize shirt than an actual dress, right down to the rolled-up sleeves and button-down collar. Unfortunately, she felt as if she’d forgotten half her outfit. Still, she couldn’t deny it suited her.
A dainty gold belt cinched her waist, making it appear incredibly small, while the shirttail hem flirted in that coy no-man’s-land between knee and thigh, drawing attention to her slender legs. She just hoped it didn’t also draw attention to the thin network of silvery-white scars that remained a permanent reminder of her broken leg.
“Stop fussing. You look amazing.” Rafe circled the car and took her hand in his. “They’re all going to love you as much as Mamma and Nonna.”
Despite her nervousness, she couldn’t help finding the Italian inflection that rippled through his voice endearing, especially when he referred to his mother or grandmother. It was as beautiful as it was lyrical.
“I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?” She blew out a breath. “I mean, even if they don’t like me it really doesn’t matter. It’s not like this is re—”
He stopped the words with a kiss, the unexpected power of it almost knocking her off her legs. Every last thought misted over, vanishing beneath his amazing lips. She shifted closer and wound her arms around his neck, giving herself up to the delicious heat that seemed to explode between them whenever they touched. She couldn’t say how long they remained wrapped around each other, doing their level best to inhale one another. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Time held no meaning. When he finally lifted his head, she could only stare at him, dazed. He grinned at her reaction.
“Interesting,” he said. “I’ll have to remember to do that anytime I want to change the subject.”
“Who…? Wh
at…?” She took a tottering step backward. “Why…?”
His grin broadened at her helpless confusion. “You were about to say something indiscreet,” he explained in a low voice. “I kissed you to shut you up. You never know who might be listening.”
Larkin’s brain clicked back on, along with her capacity for speech. “Got it.”
It was so unfair. For her their embraces felt painfully real. But for Rafe… Didn’t the heat they generated melt any of his icy composure? She could have sworn it did. She sighed. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part, which meant she was putting herself in an increasingly vulnerable position if she didn’t find a way to keep her emotions in check.
“I’ll be more careful from now on,” she added, as much for her own benefit as for his.
She drew in a shaky breath and aimed herself toward a large wooden gate leading to the back of the house. To her profound relief, she discovered she could walk in a more or less straight line without falling down. Rafe opened the gate, and they stepped into a beautifully tended garden area filled with a rainbow of colors and a dizzying bouquet of fragrances. An array of voices greeted them, coming from the people who spilled across the lawn or sat at a wrought iron patio set beneath a huge sprawling mush oak.
The next hour proved beyond confusing as Rafe introduced her to an endless number of Dantes. Some were involved in the retail end of the Dantes jewelry empire. Others, like Rafe and his brother Luc, ran the courier service. Still others handled the day-to-day business aspects. She met Rafe’s father, Alessandro, who was as easygoing as his son was intense. And she met the various wives, their radiance and undisguised happiness filling her with a wistful yearning to enjoy the sort of marital bliss they’d discovered with their spouses. Not that it would happen. At least, not with Rafe.
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