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Оглавление“Come in,” she coaxed. “The water’s lovely.”
He shook his head at her, amused. “You said yourself it’s not deep enough to swim in—it barely covers your feet!”
“I’m paddling,” she said with as much dignity as was possible when one was standing in the middle of a stream. “And it’s lovely. Scared?” she taunted softly.
Slowly, with almost catlike grace, Luca pushed himself away from the tree on which he’d been leaning and bent down, loosening the ties on his boot before casually kicking it off. His eyes fixed on Minty’s face he slid his sock off, tucking it neatly into the boot. It should have looked ridiculous—he should have looked ridiculous. But there was something so deliberate, so assured in his movements that Minty could only stand and watch, her mouth dry.
Luca stood before her, impossibly tall, imposing. Infinitely fascinating.
“Luca,” she said hoarsely.
He didn’t answer, but looked down at her searchingly. What the question was she did not know, but her face must have signaled an answer, because with a muttered groan Luca pulled her close, molding her long curves against his hard body, one hand tilting her chin up as his mouth came down upon hers.
There was nothing but him and the heat blazing between them. Nothing but the here and the now. Nothing but them.
