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feel him drifting a hand down over her belly, to rest near the top of her briefs. Toying with her, moving in slow sensuous circles, before his fingers moved down…under the elastic, over the mound of soft hair…down further, until…
She held her breath, her body tensing as his fingers dipped into her most secret place, exploring, rubbing back and forth over the most sensitive part, which she could feel getting slicker, harder. It was too much. No one had ever touched her there.
Her legs came together, trapping his hand, but he gently manoeuvred them apart again.
A very strident child-like squeal made them both tense.
In a haze of pleasure that was fast receding Jane became aware of Xavier reacting quicker than her, adjusting her bikini back over her body, which felt acutely sensitised.
‘We have company…pity,’ he drawled, making sure she was decent again, and then he looked down into her shocked eyes.
Sure enough another boat was pulling into the small cove, and a gang of children were starting to jump down from a yacht into the water, splashing and swimming towards the beach. Thankfully they were far enough out not to have seen anything…she hoped.
She wanted the sand to rise up around her and suck her down. A mortified flush burned her skin as she thought of what would have happened if they hadn’t arrived. He must think her so…easy. Bring her to a deserted stretch of beach, ply her with a little champagne and food, and she was a possessed woman in his arms, with little or no encouragement. The worst cliché of a tourist looking for a quick holiday fling.
She thrust herself away from him and sat up, gathering her sarong around her waist and tying it in a knot.
‘This has been…lovely…but we probably should be getting back. I’m sure you have lots of important things to be doing.’
She couldn’t even look at him. She stood up awkwardly and a soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt him whirl her around to face him. She couldn’t escape his eyes, which probed far deeper than the surface. They were oblivious to the people arriving onto the beach only feet away from them.
‘Lovely…?’ He shook his head incredulously. ‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but if we hadn’t been interrupted, right about now I think you would be fast approaching a climax.’
She blanched at the starkness of his words.
‘Lovely is a little bit of an understatement, don’t you think, for what two people seem to be able to ignite in each other within seconds or with just a look?’
‘I…I…well, maybe…’
His eyes were hypnotic. ‘The most important thing on my mind at the moment is exploring this attraction between us.’
‘It is?’
‘Yes.’
‘Look…Xavier…we hardly know each other, and I’m not normally—’
‘So responsive? Well, neither am I.’ His voice sounded harsh.
She had been about to say easy, and amended her words. ‘That is…I mean…I want you to know that it wasn’t my intention to come here just for some kind of holiday…thing.’
He moved her closer to him, looping deceptively loose arms around her waist, ignoring the chatter around them. She came in contact with the still semi-hard evidence of his arousal. Immediately an answering liquid heat pooled in her groin.
‘And, contrary to what you may think, I’m not in the habit of pursuing random tourists…I’m not sure what this is either, but don’t you think it might be fun to explore?’
Fun. Explore. The words resounded in her head.
He stepped back, putting her away from him gently. ‘I’ll take you back now, but I have a proposition…’ He trailed a long finger down one cheek. ‘I promised to bring you to the island tomorrow to show you the memorial.’
He lifted a brow as if to ask if she still wanted to do that.
She felt herself nodding slowly, trying to focus just on his words, not on the finger caressing her heated skin.
‘I’d like you to come and stay there as my guest for the rest of the week…We could get to know one another…explore this…attraction.’ His finger left her cheek. ‘It’s up to you.’
He looked at her for a long moment, before shading his eyes again with the dark glasses and starting back towards the boat. He hadn’t meant to ask her to stay, the words had surprised him, but now, having asked, it felt right. One thing was for sure. An afternoon picnic wasn’t enough.
A few seconds later Jane followed blindly, her mind churning furiously. She would never see him again after this week. She would have it to hug to herself for ever. What did she have to lose? Could she really be contemplating this? Could she indulge the fantasy?
They were silent on the boat back, and during the car journey up to the villa. He was detached and polite. At her front door they looked at one another for the first time since they had left the beach. He tipped up her face with a finger under her chin.
‘So, Jane Vaughan…I’ll be here to pick you up at ten a.m. It can be a simple day trip to see the grotto, or you can come and stay for the next few days…Like I said, the choice is yours.’
And then he was in his car, the purring sound of the engine growing fainter before she drew in another breath, still looking at the spot where he had stood. She knew without a doubt that he would let her go at the end of the next day if she so desired. He was far too proud to push her. It was, as he’d said, up to her.
She mechanically went into the house, and before she knew what she was doing she realised that she was packing her things, tidying up in readiness to leave for a few days. Her body was ahead of her brain. She sat on the couch in the living room, an excited, nervous, shivery feeling in her belly.
Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. The words popped into her head. Well, this was what she had wished for, wasn’t it? The start of something new. Letting go of the old reliable, sensible, mature Jane. It was time for her to have some fun for a change. And when someone like Xavier Salgado-Lézille wanted you…then surely it went against the flow of the universe to say no? She was being offered a taste of something that she knew many women would not hesitate for a second to experience.
The only thing was…she had a sneaking suspicion that more than her body was in danger of falling under his spell. Was it a risk she was prepared to take? A resounding voice in her head said yes. Throw caution to the wind. She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror. I mean really, she asked herself, how involved could she get in one week? She turned away before she could see the mocking glint in her eye.
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