to control the slight tremor of her hands as she touched him. His shirt sleeves were rolled back, revealing strong wrists with a generous sprinkling of dark hair, a potent reminder of his virility.
She was acutely aware of his closeness, his long legs trapping her between the basin and him at one point. He was such an intensely masculine man. She could smell the musk of his skin, this close to him she could see every pinprick of stubble on his jaw, making her fingers ache to touch him there, to see if her soft skin would snag on his rougher one.
She took an unsteady breath and tried to ignore the flutter of her pulse as his dark eyes locked on hers.
'You have very soft hands,' he said. 'I wonder if that prim little mouth of yours is just as soft.'
'I guess you'll just have to keep on wondering,' Emma said, trying to move to one side.
He stood up, his left arm blocking her exit. 'How about I kiss you and find out, eh, Emma?'
Emma gave a nervous swallow, her belly doing a funny little somersault at the smouldering look in his darker-than-ink eyes. 'I don't think that would be a good idea...'
He gave her a slow, sexy smile. 'Why not?'
She unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips. 'You know why not.'
'Is there someone else?'
'No...I mean, yes, there is,' she lied, but she knew the colour storming into her cheeks was betraying her.
'You are not a very convincing liar, Emma,' he said. 'If you were involved with someone else you would not be sending me those hungry little looks all the time, now, would you?'
'I'm doing no such thing,' she said. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
He released her hand and placed the heated warmth of his palm at the nape of her neck instead. Emma couldn't stop the little shiver that coursed like a tickling feather all the way down her spine, loosening every vertebra along the way. Her heart began pick up its pace, the thud of her pulse so heavy she was surprised he couldn't feel it leaping beneath her skin where his hand rested.
'You want to know, don't you?' he went on in that same toe-curling, sensuous drawl. 'You have done it with the father, now you want to know what it feels like to do it with the son.'
Emma's eyes flared in shock at his crude statement. 'That's not true!'
'Did he make you come?' he asked.
She tried to push at him, but if anything it brought him closer, the stirring of his body against hers sending sparks of heat coursing through her lower body. Her breasts were jammed against his chest, her stomach hollowing out at the diamond-hard glitter of his dark gaze as it drilled into hers. 'L-let me go...' she choked. 'Y-you're drunk.'
He countered her paltry escape manoeuvre by placing his injured hand in the small of her back, his left hand now buried in the curtain of her hair. 'Perhaps a little, but that will not affect my performance,' he said. 'I can make you come like you've never come before.'
In spite of her outrage Emma could feel her body betraying her. His sultry promise set her senses alight at the thought of having him deep inside her, bringing her the sort of pleasure she had so far only dreamed about. She knew it was unusual in this day and age for a woman of twenty-six to be without sexual experience, but she had never met anyone she had been attracted to enough to take that final step. Getting involved with a playboy was not something she had ever contemplated and certainly not one as ruthless and arrogant as Rafaele Fiorenza. He was undoubtedly the most attractive man she had ever encountered, but allowing herself to be seduced by him was something she was determined to avoid if at all possible. He was an inveterate heartbreaker and she would do very well to remember it.
'I don't recall reading anything in your father's will that stipulated I have to satisfy your disgusting animal urges,' she said with as much acerbity as she could. 'Now, if you don't let me go this instant I will have to resort to slapping your face.'
He grinned at her, which wasn't quite the effect she had intended. 'You are quite something when you are all fired up,' he said. 'I bet you go off like a firecracker in bed.'
She drew in a sharp little breath, her eyes