The bowl of pasta Christian had been eating out of earlier, which had been left in the sink, went flying the same way as the cup. Without pausing for breath, she swung open the door of the cupboard that contained all the crockery.

‘Alessandra, that’s enough,’ he commanded.

‘Don’t tell me what’s enough.’

He lunged for her before she could throw the plate she’d taken hold of, grabbing her wrist with one hand and relieving her of the plate with the other. ‘I said that’s enough.’

Heart pounding, blood surging with adrenaline, he kicked the cupboard door shut, flung the plate on the work surface then pressed her against it, using his strength and height to trap her.

She pushed against him furiously, bucking. ‘Bastardo! Let me go.’

‘I will let you go when you’ve calmed down.’

‘I am calm!’ she shouted.

‘Listen to me,’ he said, trapping her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. ‘I do not want to sleep with Kerstin. The only woman I want to sleep with is you.’

with so many emotions he didn’t know where to begin counting them.

have I ever lied

became smaller. ‘You don’t

I am?’ He laughed

you’d thought humanly possible. One touch and the body turned to lava, no matter how inappropriate the

I was doing the right

parted, closed then parted

warm, sweet air that filled his nostrils and penetrated down, burrowing

saw were those

Why?

All he knew for certain in that moment was that if he didn’t feel those

crushed his

There was no resistance.

of his neck, her mouth moving beneath his as she kissed him

onto the work

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