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“You think I’m without emotion, cara?” Cesare queried so softly the hairs on her arms rose in desperate foreboding.

“Not where I’m concerned. When it comes to me, you’re as emotional as a plank of wood.”

“What are you doing?” Her question squeaked out as he captured her nape.

He didn’t answer; at least not verbally. The slow burn in his eyes and the steady pressure of his fingers on her skin told its own story. With effortless ease, he pulled her into contact with his body. When he had her close enough, he boldly cupped her bottom.

“Cesare!”

Electric heat, wicked and powerful, snapped through her, zapping awake her senses with a force so potent, she gasped. She should’ve wanted to move away from it. Should’ve worked harder to release herself from the powerful, chaotic destruction.

Instead, she found herself straining up to meet the havoc-causing mouth descending toward hers, pressing herself up against the heat of the rock-hard body.