A Venetian Affair: A Venetian Passion / In the Venetian's Bed / A Family For Keeps. CATHERINE GEORGEЧитать онлайн книгу.
took a look in the mirror over the sink unit. ‘It’s starting to heal. I should be back to normal soon.’
‘Bene. Are you very tired?’
‘Not really.’ Which was true now she was talking to Domenico again. ‘It was kind of you to send the phone.’
‘I expected it back by the next post.’
‘Postage to Venice is far too expensive!’
He laughed. ‘Always the practical one.’
‘That’s me. Thank you again. Goodbye, Domenico.’
‘Ciao, Laura.’
Feeling a whole lot better, Laura stood in the shower for a while, careful to keep her hair dry rather than risk going to bed with it wet. She massaged more analgesic cream into her ankle, pulled on jeans and T-shirt, released her hair from its pins and tied it back with a length of blue ribbon. The doorbell rang while she was seeking inspiration about supper, and with a sigh she shut the fridge and lifted the receiver, hoping it wasn’t Claire or Ellie, or anyone else intent on cheering her up.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in, Laura, per favore.’
She stared at the receiver in shock. ‘You’re not in Venice?’ she said idiotically, and Domenico laughed.
‘No, Laura. I am right here, outside your building.’
She pressed the release button in a daze, and opened her door to watch him taking the stairs, two at a time. He was wearing his wonderful leather jacket with jeans that had probably come from the same source as his suits. His glossy dark hair was a little ruffled for once, but his chin was newly shaved and Laura could have eaten him on toast. He smiled at her, looking so outrageously pleased with himself she laughed up at him with equal pleasure.
‘You said you would dine with me when I am in London,’ he said, and kissed her uninjured cheek. ‘So. Here I am.’
She closed the door behind them, eyeing him quizzically. ‘You didn’t say tonight! I was hoping to look rather more human before we met again.’
He scowled. ‘Do you really believe such things matter to me? I could not leave for Venice knowing you still believe this lie about another woman in my life!’
Laura looked up into the jewel-bright blue eyes and saw truth in them, along with something else that made her heart beat faster. ‘If you say it’s a lie I believe you.’
He moved closer. ‘There is no one. E verita, Laura. I had so much looked forward to seeing you at the wedding, and felt great shock to find you missing. And when I did see you—’
‘You were revolted. I saw the look in your eyes.’
‘This is not true! I felt only anguish that you had suffered such pain. And this also,’ he added fiercely, ‘is not a lie.’
‘Then I apologise.’
‘Grazie.’ He smiled ruefully. ‘But I was not truthful about the subject of our relationship.’
‘You said it was boring,’ she reminded him.
He threw out his hands. ‘This was retaliation. I came to you to arrange our lives to spend as much time together as possible, and you accuse me of having another woman!’
‘I’m sorry,’ she said penitently.
‘Bene.’ His eyes narrowed to an unsettling gleam. ‘I insist that you make this up to me.’
She smiled demurely. ‘How can I do that?’
‘You are flirting with me, Laura,’ he said, delighted. ‘You know exactly how. If you have forgotten, I will take great pleasure in showing you. But not,’ he added with deep regret, ‘until next time we meet. Tonight I am afraid to hurt you if I even kiss you.’
‘I don’t think one kiss would hurt too much,’ she whispered, and Domenico took her in his arms and laid his lips on hers with gentleness that transformed into warmth as she responded with fervour fuelled by relief that he was here and she was in his arms where she belonged. When he released her mouth at last he drew her close, careful of her injured face.
‘Tell me you are sorry for being so cruel to me,’ he commanded unevenly.
‘You got off lightly. When Fen told me you had a woman in your life I was ready to kill you,’ she said fiercely, and Domenico gave a deep-throated growl of male satisfaction.
‘You were jealous!’ He kissed her nose. ‘I like this very much.’
She smiled ruefully. ‘It was a first for me, and I hated it.’
He took a look around the small room, and tossed his jacket on a chair. ‘Come. Let us sit down together and I shall tell you why your jealousy, much as it delights me, was unnecessary.’ He drew her down on the sofa, smiling as she apologised for its size. ‘I am glad of it because we must sit very close together.’
Laura was glad, too. It was bliss to sit with Domenico’s arm round her, breathing in the scent of him. The scent she would know in the dark. ‘So why did Jess Forli think there was someone in your life?’
‘She rang me to tell me where to stay for Fenella’s wedding.’ Domenico’s arm tightened. ‘And Jess asked me, as she always does, if I had someone special in my life yet. And this time I said yes, but would not give her a name.’ He turned her face up to his. ‘I thought it best to consult you first, tesoro.’
Laura stared at him. ‘You mean it was me?’
He kissed her parted mouth fleetingly. ‘Of course it was you!’
‘I was jealous of myself?’
‘Who else would it be? I am in love with you, Laura, only you. And because you wanted to kill me,’ he added with satisfaction, ‘you are in love with me, yes?’
‘Hopelessly!’
Domenico shook his head. ‘Our situation is not hopeless at all, innamorata.’
‘It was after you stormed out of my house the day of the wedding!’
His eyes kindled. ‘I came to comfort you, and you accused me of lies and threw money at me. What man would not be angry?’
‘Sorry, Domenico,’ she said, so meekly he laughed and tugged on her hair.
‘So meek and mild, but I know better.’ He raised her hand to his lips, then stood up and pulled her with him. ‘Now, tell me where we can dine. I am hungry.’
Laura shook her head firmly. ‘I’m not going out like this.’ She grinned. ‘I do a great omelette—remember?’
‘I will never forget. And I will enjoy another very much.’ He took her in his arms and rubbed his cheek against her hair. ‘I am hungry for so much more than food, Laura, but I am afraid to hurt you.’
She tipped her head back to look at him. ‘It didn’t hurt when you kissed me. And my ankle doesn’t hurt when I’m lying down.’
Domenico’s breathing quickened. ‘You mean this?’
‘With all my heart,’ she assured him breathlessly, and smiled into his blazing eyes as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
He undressed her as though he were unwrapping a priceless gift, and made love to her with exquisite gentleness that was just as rapturous in its own way as the heat and passion of the first time. And later, after sharing a vast omelette with her, Domenico made it clear to Laura that in future their lives must be arranged to allow as much time together as humanly possible.
‘If you love me, carissima,’ he said as he finally left her, ‘come to me in Venice very soon.’
‘I do, and I will,’ she promised, and