His thumb slid under her palm, tracing little circles. In most circumstances it would be calming. But here, and now, it was anything but calming; it was almost erotic.
‘Sienna, you have a few days left. Have you seen the mountains yet? How about I show you some of the hidden pleasures that we keep secret from the tourists?’
It was the way he said it. His voice was low and husky, sending a host of tiny shivers of expectation up her spine.
She could almost hear the voices of her friends in her head. She was always the sensible one. Always cautious. If she told this tale a few months later and told them she’d made her excuses and walked away...
The cocktail glass was glistening in the warm sunset. The chandelier hanging above the bar sending a myriad of coloured prisms of light around the room.
The perfect setting. The perfect place. The perfect man.
A whole host of distraction.
Exactly what she’d been looking for.
She threw back her head and tried to remember if she was wearing matching underwear. Not that it mattered. But somehow she wanted all her memories about this to be perfect.
She met his green gaze. There should be rules about eyes like that. Eyes that pulled you in and held you there, while all the time giving a mischievous hint of exactly what he was thinking.
She stood up from her bar stool and moved closer. His hand dropped from the bar to her hip. She brushed her lips against his ear. ‘How many of Montanari’s pleasures are hidden?’
There it was. The intent.
It didn’t matter that her perfect red dress was hanging in the cupboard upstairs. It didn’t matter that her matching lipstick was at the bottom of her bag. It didn’t matter that her most expensive perfume was in the bathroom in her room.
Mr Sex-on-Legs liked her just the way she was.
He closed his eyes for a second. This time his voice was almost a growl, as if he were bathing in what she’d just said. ‘I could listen to your accent all day.’
She put her hand on his shoulder. ‘How about you listen to it all night instead?’
And the deed was done.
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White Christmas for the Single Mom
Copyright © 2016 by Harlequin Books S.A.
Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Susanne Hampton for her contribution to the Christmas Miracles in Maternity series.
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