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Alessandro stood tall, like a dark angel, for a few seconds before he crossed to her side and held out his hand.

‘Give me your key. I’ll see you indoors.’

Lily tilted her head and threw him a dark look. ‘It isn’t necessary.’

With slow deliberation he cradled her face and lowered his head to capture her mouth with his own, and for a moment Lily became helplessly caught up in the sensual magic of his touch. A soft groan rose in her throat as she wavered between kissing him back or attempting to move away … instinctively aware that she should take the latter action if she wanted to preserve her emotional sanity.

Except … he was good at this. Far too good.

A kiss … it was just a kiss.

Yet it became more—almost as if he was intent on staking a claim.