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Raúl. Ex-lover, estranged husband…and the man she had fervently hoped never to see again. Dear heaven. What was he doing here?
ОглавлениеGianna lingered a little too long on his mouth. The sensual curve revived a host of memories she fought hard to control. Vivid, primitive…so much so she could almost feel the touch of his lips, the wicked sweep of his tongue.
Oh, God. The silent despairing groan remained locked in her throat. Don’t go there. It took all her effort to tilt her head a little and summon a wry smile.
She glimpsed a muscle bunch above the edge of his jaw and felt a moment of satisfaction as she enjoyed the small visible sign of his tension too.
‘What brings you here, Raúl?’
One eyebrow lifted in cynical query. ‘You.’
