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  Sam, not knowing what else she could do or say, shook her head.

  His sensual upper lip curled in a grimace of self-derision. "Dio," he rasped thickly. "I can't trust myself to be in the same room as you!"

  It wasn't until after the door had slammed, hard enough to rattle the hinges and several pieces of artwork on the walls, that Sam, her emotion-whacked body limp, literally crumbled. Tears streaming down her face, she slowly slid down the wall until she sat in a hunched heap of misery on the floor. A sob of titanic proportions rocked her body as her head fell forward into her hands. Why on earth did you tell him to go?

  Sam had no idea how long she sat there. The next thing she registered was strong hands tilting her face upwards and dark eyes filled with concern examining her tear-drenched features.

  Alessandro had dropped down onto his knees beside her.

  Tell me," he demanded, his velvet voice roughly imperative. "What is wrong?"

  "Nothing... " she claimed, with tears still streaming down her face. "What are you doing here?" Other than driving me totally out of my mind.

  "Clearly nothing is a lie. I left my jacket." His eyes didn't leave her face as he nodded towards the bed. "Now, tell me," he coaxed. "No, I know," he added harshly. "And the man is not worth it. I know it seems hard now, but if you can forget..."

  "Forget?" she shrilled, pulling her face angrily from the protective circle of his fingers with a loud sniff. "How the hell am I meant to forget when you're here."

  He pressed a hand to his chest and looked confused. "Me...?"

  "Who else?" she demanded, rubbing her teary eyes with her balled fists.

  "You were crying before I returned."

  "Of course I was. You left!" Her lips started to quiver as a fat tear slid slowly down her cheek. "I never cry."

  Alessandro dragged a not quite steady hand through his hair and looked mystified. "Because that is what you wanted."

  "My God, are you stupid?" she yelled, glaring up at him through a shimmer of tears. With both fists she scrubbed the dampness from her cheeks and then, as her eyes slid from his, admitted huskily, "I lied."

  "You lied...?"

  She nodded and sniffed. "About not wanting you to stay."

  He tensed and leaned back on his heels, his eyes fixed on her down bent head.

  "I didn't want you to go..." With a groan, Sam lifted her head, pushing her still damp copper hair back from her smooth forehead as she met his eyes. "Well, I did - but I didn't..."

  A muscle in his lean cheek clenched and then clenched again as he fought the impulse to crush her to him. Per amor di Dio! A man would have to be lacking every red blood cell not to respond to the sultry half-scared invitation in those wide-spaced eyes. Despite the fact that his body ached he held himself in check... just.

  His seething frustration concealed behind a languid facade, he smiled sardonically. "Well, that makes every thing as clear as mud."

  Female mood swings were something he had a healthy masculine respect for, but this woman was in a class of her own! He had always prided himself on his self-control, but if she changed her mind again he feared that his control - already tested to the limit - would prove inadequate to the task of walking away. The women he had mutually beneficial arrangements with knew the score; there were no emotional scenes. By contrast, the redheaded Samantha Maguire was a walking three-act drama!

  His ironic drawl ignited a flare of anger in Sam. What does he want me to do? Beg?

  Alessandro watched her white teeth sink into the trembling curve of her full lower lip. He swallowed. Dio mio, it was more than flesh could bear! He had been thinking about that mouth all day, and what he would like to do with it.

  Hands clenched at his sides, his thoughts abruptly reversed to the moment earlier that day, when he had witnessed Trevelan kissing her. His primitive desire to choke the life out of the younger man had, he reasoned, been a perfectly legitimate response when the honor of his sister was concerned.

  The only problem with that was that Alessandro hadn't been thinking of Katerina - at least not at that moment. He had seen the other man kissing Sam and his first thought had been, That should be me. His thoughts were running along the same lines at that moment.

  Lifting her chin to a belligerent angle, Sam choked bitterly. "I thought you were supposed to have a brilliant brain? Do I have to spell it out?" She heaved an exasperated sigh.

  He angled a dark brow as his smoky gaze moved across her face, lingering longest on her pink parted lips, before he produced one of his inimitable shrugs and said, "Maybe... "

  "Maybe you'd like me to put it in writing?" Then there would be permanent proof that she was such a push-over where he was concerned that she was totally shameless. That she was ready to beg and he hadn't even touched her. If he did touch me... Gulping, she tore her gaze from his long brown fingers. But it was too late, Every nerve-ending in her body was already screaming for attention.

  "Then why did you tell me to go?"

  For a bright man, she thought, he could be dense at times.

  "Because you put me on the spot," she told him accusingly. "Because you made me the one to make the decision when all I wanted you to do was..."

  "What did you want me to do?"

  She shrugged and her eyes slid from his. "Kiss me, I suppose."

  "If you wanted to be kissed, telling me you weren't interested probably wasn't the best clue."

  "Well, I didn't actually know how much I wanted you until you walked away."

  The dark colour scoring his chiselled cheekbones deepened as he inhaled sharply. "And do you still want me?"

  She swallowed and lifted her eyes. The smouldering heat in his made her dizzy, and totally, utterly reckless. "Only slightly more than I want to breathe," she confessed huskily.

  Alessandro took her face between his hands, allowing his thumbs to move across the smooth contours of her cheeks. "I think we can arrange for you to do both."

  Breathing hard, Sam turned her head and kissed the open palm of his hand. "You do know that you've got everything a perfect lover should have ... ?"

  Alessandro stopped what he was doing and studied her flushed face with a fascinated expression. "Are you going to tell me what those qualities are?"

  "You're beautiful - not that you being ugly would be a deal-breaker, exactly," she conceded. "Because you've got bucket loads of sex appeal. And you're not going to insult my intelligence by pretending to be in love with me or anything..."

  "You don't want love?"

  She was suggesting the sort of mutually beneficial relationship that he favoured - so why did he not feel pleasure, even relief? Actually, he couldn't quite pin down the cause for his perverse gut response, and now was not the moment for deep soul-searching. Alessandro, in the grip of a blind, relentless hunger unlike anything he had felt since adolescence, had more urgent matters to consider, like the very real possibility he might go insane if he didn't bury himself deep inside her in the near future!

  "I thought I did, but you've made me look hard at myself."

  He looked startled by the confidence and framed a cautious question. "I have?"

  "You know what I do on Saturday nights?" He shook his head, but Sam's head was too filled with images of her unsatisfactory life to notice the strangeness of his expression. "What I want," she told him, "is to be more like you. I have needs," she told him, "and I want to have sex without feeling guilty."

  "With anyone in particular?"

  She stuck out her chin and thought, If he laughs, I'll die. "You, for starters."

  He didn't laugh, or even contest the 'for starters'. Instead he grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her towards him. Then, teasing her lips with his mouth and tongue, he took her face between his hands. His mouth came down hard on hers and Sam melted bonelessly in his arms.

  CHAPTER NINE

  As HE sat on the edge of the bed, slipping off his shoes, Sam reached out and touched his dark hair. The thick, lustrous texture fascinated her, Rai
sing herself up onto her knees, she pulled his head round towards her and pressed her lips to his in a long, lingering kiss.

  "You taste incredible," she sighed against his mouth, and ran her finger down the stubble that darkened his strong jaw. "Rough..."

  "I need to shave twice a day."

  The smoky glow in her eyes deepened as she caught her tongue between her teeth and sucked in a long sultry sigh. "Not on my account. I like it."

  "Madre di Dio! groaned Alessandro, breathing hard as the dark lashes lifted from her flushed cheeks to reveal her passion-glazed eyes. "Hold that thought," he instructed imperatively.

  Sam smiled and plastered her shaking body to his back. The heat and hardness of him through the robe was shocking, and more exciting than she could have imagined was possible. She felt his lean body tense and he inhaled sharply.

  "You are impatient."

  Who wouldn't be? She'd been waiting twenty-four years for this moment. She just hadn't realised it until now.

  Sam let out a tiny startled shriek as his hands closed around her wrists, and a breathless moment later she found herself sitting, or rather lying, across his lap. His head bent towards her and she closed her eyes and moaned low in her throat as she opened her mouth to the skillful incursions of his tongue.

  "God!" she groaned, suffocating with desire as he kissed his way down the curve of her neck. "I must have been mad to say no to this."

  Alessandro stopped what he was doing long enough to look at her with hot, hungry eyes and insert huskily, "I didn't go very far."

  "And you came back," she whispered, sliding her hands under the thin cashmere sweater he was wearing. A jerky little sigh was snatched from her throat as she made contact with the smooth, warm, hard flesh of his belly. "You're so..." She sighed as, eyes half closed, breath coming in short shallow gasps interspersed by little moans, she let her hands glide palms flat over his satiny skin.

  Sam felt the contraction of his stomach muscles as he sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tightening over her bottom as he gave a deep moan of pleasure.

  "I'm awfully glad you came back." His skin felt like oiled silk, and it was deliciously warm.

  There was a long dragging silence before he confided, "So am I." Taking both her wrists in his, he drew them from his body and brought them to his mouth.

  "I want..."

  He stilled her protest by the simple expedient of kissing her, a deep, drugging kiss that left her weak and wanting more... much more.

  "You shall have what you want. You shall have everything you want," he promised huskily.

  As their gazes locked, the dark promise in his heated stare made Sam's heart thud even harder against her ribcage. Alessandro released her wrists and then, still holding her gaze, lifted his jumper over his head in one smooth motion and flung it across the room, revealing the sleek, hard contours of his bronzed upper body.

  Sam's rapt gaze dropped, desire clutching like a tight fist low in her belly, and she thought, You're the most beautiful thing ever - flawless. The academic interest she had decided she was going to adopt towards her first real sexual experience became a dim and distant memory as she started to shake from head to toe, and she didn't even realise she had voiced her thought until he said, "Thank you, but I am not without flaws."

  Not understanding the odd inflection in his voice, Sam felt a frown form between her brows. She reached for him, but to her frustration he levered himself off the bed in a fluid motion. Taking two steps away, he turned back to face her.

  "What's wrong...?" The tension that had begun to build between her shoulderblades seeped away as he began to unbuckle the belt on the jeans that clung to his long, muscular thighs, only to be replaced by another sort of tension.

  Touching her tongue to the beads of sweat that had broken out across the curve of her upper lip, she felt the feelings that he had aroused in her coalesce into a sexual desire so raw and primitive it pushed every other consideration from her head.

  As he kicked aside his trousers he held her eyes.

  The lustful surge that slammed through her body was so all-consuming that it was a few moments before Sam registered the scars that ran the length of his thigh. Unable to stop herself, she gasped. "From the accident?"

  Sam had watched the programme, had seen him looking barely alive on the stretcher, but until that point she hadn't considered his injuries. Those scars spoke of many weeks and months of pain and suffering. They spoke of a long and difficult period of rehabilitation.

  Her throat closed over as she thought of him going through that alone. Her hands tightened into fists. Dear God, let there have been someone there for him.

  His flat voice was totally devoid of emotion as he asked, "You find the scars repulsive... ?"

  The dry question brought a rush of furious colour to her cheeks. "Do I look shallow and stupid?" she demanded.

  He studied her face for a moment in silence, and then, although his expression didn't alter, she sensed he relaxed. "You look..." His eyes darkened as they slid slowly over her recumbent form. "You look incredibly desirable and sexy."

  "Oh... So do you, actually."

  His eyes glittered. "How well suited we are."

  That, she thought, sucking in a breath as he lowered his long, lean frame beside her on the bed, remains to be seen. It could be that I'm going to be really awful at this. Was it really wise to begin with someone who must have pretty high standards? Of their own volition her eyes dropped to the bulging evidence of his arousal, barely contained by the boxers he wore.

  "Still my fiercest critic... ?"

  Sam's eyes lifted. "I'm not finding fault," she confessed huskily. "And how can I be your fiercest critic -we've hardly spoken?" Hardly spoken... and today you're in his bed!

  "You don't need to speak - you have very eloquent eyes. You have been hating me silently for two years. When I woke up this morning the last person I expected to end up in bed with was Samantha Maguire." Except in my dreams. But a man wasn't responsible for what his subconscious got up to. "Who did you expect to end up in bed with?"

  His wicked grin flashed out, and Sam realised that she didn't want to do this with anyone else. It was a revelation she had to share. "I only want you."

  He laced his long brown fingers into her damp hair and pressed his lips to the pulse-point at the base of her neck. By the time he reached her mouth she was writhing with pleasure. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

  As they lay side by side on the bed she slowly ran her fingers over the long white scar that ran the length of his flank, and then over the network of smaller scars above his knee. "I had no idea you were hurt so badly, Alessandro," she said huskily.

  "It looks worse than it was," he lied, catching her hand and bringing it to his mouth.

  Accepting that he didn't want to talk about it, she sighed with pleasure as his hand curved over her bottom. Lifting her mouth from his some time later, she touched a finger to the scar just below the hem of the silk boxers he wore. "Does it go all the way?"

  He smiled that stunning, wicked smile that made her heart flip and husked, "No, cara, but I do." Laughing at her blushes, he tipped her onto her back with masterful expertise and reached for the tie of her robe.

  Before he slid the knot, she grabbed his hand in both of hers. "I'm not very..."

  Gently but firmly he took her hands, one by one, curving her fingers around the metal bed frame. "I think we should have no secrets, cara."

  Sam held onto the bed frame for dear life and closed her eyes, sure that the moment he unwrapped her he might change his mind. "No..." he cautioned, kissing her eyelids. "Open your eyes."

  Her breath coming in short, painful bursts, Sam did as he requested. "I... can't..."

  "Relax..."

  Relax! She was in bed with the most beautiful man she had ever seen, who happened to be half naked and about to undress her. In other circumstances she might have laughed. At that moment holding her breath seemed a more appropriate response.

/>   Slowly, his eyes holding hers, he unslid the knot on her robe and parted the fabric. Alessandro swallowed before his eyes dropped.

  A reverent cry of, "Dio, but you are perfect!" was torn from his lips.

  Sam sagged with relief, then tensed again as his hand closed over first one taut tender breast and then the other, stroking her skin, teasing the straining, prominent peaks to new heights of quivering pleasure with his fingers and then his lips.

  She snaked her fingers into his dark hair and said his name, her voice aching with the same inarticulate longing that drenched her body. To see his dark head against her pale skin was so unbelievably erotic that Sam writhed and arched her back, pushing up against him, gasping a little as their naked bodies touched, and then a lot more when his hand slid down the length of her smooth pale thigh.

  Levering himself up until his face was level with hers, he looked deep into her eyes before he kissed her, and Sam clutched at him, her fingers digging into the taut golden flesh of his back as she moaned, "Please..." into his mouth.

  She had no idea what she needed, but Alessandro was not similarly inhibited. He seemed to know where she wanted to be touched before she did! As his skilful mouth and hands moved over her body she gave a fractured groan and called out his name again, almost sobbing with the strength of her desire.

  Sam had no idea how long he touched her any more than she had any idea of at what point she lost her inhibitions about him exploring every intimate part of her. Or being bold about doing the s ame to him. But when Alessandro finally pulled her beneath him and moved over her she was ready for the next step.

  Actually, she was begging for his sensual invasion!

  Her body tensed for a moment as he slid into her. Above her she was aware of his doing the same thing. For amoment neither of them moved.

  Sam closed her eyes and heard his shocked inhalation, felt his breath warm on her cheek and neck. "Just go with it, cara." The sensual rasp of his thickened voice was like a caress. "I will look after you. You don't have to stay in control. Trust me.. .just let go..." he urged, sliding his hands under her bottom.