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There was a gap between their chests, but so in tune was Sophie with Bastiano’s every move that she felt as if their bodies touched.

It was time to stay or go. Sophie knew that. Even at this stage she could smooth it over and make her farewells.

Or she could meet those lips and discover bliss.

‘Come here,’ Bastiano moaned, and his hand came up and pulled her head down to his.

Always she had avoided such contact, and yet now she craved it.

His mouth was soft, and the dark shadow of his skin did not make her skin crawl with its tickle; instead it was rough and delicious and matched the building desire in her.

Now, instead of resisting, she opened her lips, wanting and willing.

His tongue felt like a reward as it coiled around hers. They tasted each other, and they inflamed each other—and not just with their mouths. He was stroking her breast through the fabric of her dress and Sophie ached for bed.

His bed.