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Authors: Lynn Raye Harris

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He shot from the bed and stood there in all his naked glory. “Fine. Go then.”

Misery sliced into her. They’d been so close, and now she’d done this. She’d alienated him when all she wanted to do was turn into his arms and sleep the night away. “You need to turn around.”

“No.” His voice was hard, cruel. “We just had sex, Faith. I think I know what you look like. What you feel like. If you want to leave, get out of the bed and get dressed right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

She hesitated a minute before climbing from the bed and dragging the top cover with her. Renzo wrapped his fists in it and stripped it away, forcing her to stand there naked and exposed.

Like he was.

She wrapped her arms around her torso, turning in a circle while she searched for her dress. It was on the other side of the bed. She went to get it but before she could bend down, he was there, jerking her into his arms, pressing the full length of her naked body against his.

“You don’t want to go,” he said harshly. “You’re only doing this because you think you have to. Because you think I won’t want you anymore. But I do, Faith. I
do
.”

Faith shivered. Her hands were fists against his pectoral muscles, her forearms resting against his chest. And she was softening inside, aching and wanting and needing. When he held her, she wasn’t embarrassed or afraid. She simply wanted him, wanted this man she cared for more than she should.

It was already too late to protect her heart, she realized. She was falling, falling hard, and there was nothing she could do, short of leaving now. Leaving, going to the airport, climbing on a plane, and flying back to New York, where she would get another job and never, ever see Renzo again.

She should run away now, but she didn’t have the strength.

“I don’t understand this,” she said, her voice full of anguish. “Because you shouldn’t, shouldn’t …”

He gripped her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “Stop trying to tell me what I should and shouldn’t want.” He took her hand, dragged it down his torso, to the evidence of his desire for her. Already, he was hard again, and she gasped as she wrapped her hand around him.

His breath hitched in, and her bones dissolved. How could she walk away from this?

She couldn’t. It was impossible. And he knew it, too.

He pressed her back on the bed, turning her until she was on her knees. And then he showed her another way
to tumble headlong into pleasure, entering her from behind so that she gasped at the erotic fullness of his possession. His fingers skimmed over the sensitive heart of her even as he moved so exquisitely inside her. When she flew apart this time, he gave her no quarter, gripping her hips and thrusting into her until he came with a ragged cry and they collapsed together onto the bed.

Then he pulled her into the curve of his body and anchored her to him with a hand firmly on her hip. Once more she tumbled, only this time it was into the sweet oblivion of sleep.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

T
HERE
was a rumbling in Faith’s ear. Someone was mowing grass and the sound of the mower was filtering into her consciousness, waking her slowly. But, no, the sound was warmer than a mower. And then a cold, wet nose tickled her ear and Faith’s eyes snapped open.

Lola lay curled on the pillow next to her, purring happily. Faith turned her head. Renzo was standing near the window, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist, coffee cup in one hand, other hand propped against the window frame above his head.

He turned when she stirred. And then he moved toward the bed and her heart squeezed so tight she couldn’t get her next breath out. Lola lifted her head and mewed, then bounded toward Renzo as he perched on the side of the bed. He laughed and scooped her up, nuzzling his cheek against her fur before putting her down again.

Faith’s heart thumped hard. The thin ice beneath her cracked just a little more, threatening her with a headlong plunge into emotions she wasn’t prepared to deal with just yet.

Renzo looked up at her, his eyes clouding over. “What is wrong, Faith? Did I hurt you last night?”

Yes
. Because it was beautiful and magical—and it wouldn’t last. He wasn’t hers, and she was just another in
a long line of women who’d fallen into his bed and under his spell. Even though she’d known better.

“No, of course not,” she said, shifting herself higher in the bed until she was sitting back against the pillows.

He didn’t look convinced. “I’m sorry if I was … rough,” he said. “I should not have taken you like that when this is still so new to you.”

Her ears were hot. She couldn’t meet his gaze. Lola wandered over and stretched her little paws against Faith’s leg. Faith stroked the silky head, her heart so full of feeling for man and beast that she thought she would burst with it.

“There is nothing you did to me that I did not want,” she admitted, her gaze firmly fixed on the gray-striped kitten. She was afraid to look at him, not because she was embarrassed, but because she was afraid he would see what was in her heart.

But he wouldn’t allow her that kind of evasion. He tilted her chin up with a finger, forced her to look at him. Neither of them said anything for a long moment. Her blood rushed through her veins, swirled in her head and heart until she felt dizzy.

“How do you feel this morning?” he asked.

Like I’m in deep, deep trouble
. “Fabulous,” she said. “Slightly sore, but not unpleasantly so.”

“Regrets?”

“No.”

His expression was doubtful, but he didn’t say anything. She could tell him that she had no regrets now, but she knew she would eventually—when he left her for someone else and her heart shattered into a million pieces.

She tickled Lola’s chin. The kitten swatted at her and she laughed. “I’m glad you went and got her.” She pictured him crossing over to her room and scooping Lola from her
nest in the bathroom. That he even remembered the tiny kitten made her heart swell.

“She needs you as well as I.”

Needs
. She told herself not to read anything into that word, but she couldn’t help it if it made her feel as though she’d swallowed sunshine.

There was something else she’d been thinking about, too. “Thank you for believing me last night, Renzo. It means a lot.”

His blue eyes seemed to see inside to her soul as he sat and watched her. “You don’t trust people, do you?”

Lola curled against her leg and Faith rested a hand on the tiny purring body. “I—I’m just cautious.”

“Why? Who hurt you, Faith?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” It was evasion, pure and simple. And it wasn’t working, because he was looking at her like he knew better. He
did
know better, she realized. Something about that knowledge pricked her to her core. He could see right through her, and she still knew nothing about him. Other than he had a big heart and a stubborn streak a mile wide.

And that his reputation as a lover wasn’t in the least bit exaggerated, she thought with a twinge of heat.

“I think you do,” he said softly. “Something happened to you. Something that made you leave home and never want to go back. Something that made you unwilling to trust.”

Faith’s shoulders sagged beneath the weight of his words. She was tired of being cautious, of carrying her burdens alone. It wasn’t tragic, what had happened—though she’d certainly thought so at the time.

No, with the perspective of years and distance, it was simply humiliating. Once she’d left Cottonwood behind, she’d never told anyone. She’d been terrified to tell anyone, as if it would bring the whole ugly business up again.

“Yes,” she said softly. “You’re right. But it’s not what you think. It’s just, um, embarrassing.”

“As embarrassing as my first sexual experience?” he said, one corner of his mouth turning up in a grin.

Faith smiled. “Worse, actually.” She toyed with the edge of the coverlet. “I had a boyfriend I thought I was terribly in love with in high school. It was assumed we would get married once school was over.”

“But you did not.”

“No.” She sighed as she let herself remember the ugly events of her senior year. “His name was Jason, and my parents adored him. He wanted to, uh, go all the way—and I didn’t. It almost happened, on my parents couch when they were out one night. But it didn’t, and Jason was angry with me.

“He texted me later, telling me it was over between us. Unless I proved I loved him.” Faith sucked in a breath, remembering how naive she’d been. How trusting and gullible and downright stupid. “I sent him a picture I took with my phone.”

“A picture?”

Faith closed her eyes. Even now, the humiliation was intense. “A naked picture, Renzo. I wasn’t smart enough to cut my head out of the picture when I took it. It was clearly me—and Jason sent it to a friend. Who sent it to another friend, and on and on. You get the idea. My parents were furious. I made my father look bad, you see, since he was a minister.”

Renzo reached over and squeezed her hand. “This is why you haven’t spoken to them in eight years?”

The lump in her throat ached. Her family hadn’t stood beside her at all. They’d thrown her to the wolves, and all because of her father’s self-righteousness. “Yes. It was hell, absolute hell, going to that school for the rest of the
year. Everyone laughed at me. Everyone pointed and talked about me. I lost all my friends. I was mortified.”

She took a deep breath, determined to hold her angry tears at bay. It was cathartic to tell someone, and so very hard at the same time. “But my parents wouldn’t take me out of school or let me go to another school. They made me keep going until I graduated—which I barely did since I stopped studying and getting good grades. My dad thought it was a fitting punishment for my sins. When I graduated, I left town and I’ve never looked back. I even changed my last name so I could feel like someone new.”

She’d had to change her name because the thought of being Faith Winston made her physically ill. It was so much easier to become someone else, another Faith who had never done something as stupid as send a naked photo to a boy. Reinventing herself had been the only way to survive.

Renzo looked furious, but he leaned back against the headboard and pulled her into the curve of his arm. “You were young,” he said fiercely. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I was stupid,” she said. “And because I was eighteen, the authorities did nothing about it. I imagine you could still find the picture if you typed Faith Winston into a search engine.”

Renzo swore softly. “I’m sure you were absolutely beautiful, but I have no desire to see this photo when I have the real Faith warm and naked in my bed. And you were not stupid,
cara mia
. You were young. And in love with someone who did not deserve you.”

He handed her his cup of coffee. She took it silently, sipped. It was such an intimate gesture, but she was determined not to think it meant more than it did. No doubt he was always this solicitous with his lovers. And, right now, he felt sorry for her.

“Why don’t we get dressed and go into Florence?” he said a few moments later. “We’ll have lunch there, and I’ll take you to see the
David
.”

“I’d love that,” she said wistfully. “But you have a meeting this afternoon. I remember because I went over your calendar when we returned from the factory.”

And as much as she wanted to go to Florence with him, to pretend they were a normal couple on a date, she couldn’t let him down when it was her duty to manage his appointments. They might have spent one night together, but she was still his PA. The job came first.

He took the coffee from her and placed it on the bedside table. And then he tilted her head back, kissing her until she squirmed with the sizzling tension coiling inside her body.

“Cancel it,” he murmured a few minutes later. “In fact, cancel getting dressed, too. At least for another hour …”

Renzo was on edge in a way he couldn’t recall ever feeling before.

He trailed after Faith, who walked through the Accademia Gallery and oohed and ahhed at everything like a child at her first carnival. She was so lovely and sweet that he couldn’t imagine the sort of family who would be cruel to her. How could anyone want to hurt Faith?

She strolled along, oblivious to his dark thoughts. She’d temporarily forgotten him, and it made him oddly jealous. He wanted her to look at him the way she was looking at the art, wanted her to turn and slip her arm around his waist and stroll beside him, her warmth pressing into him.

He’d loved the expression on her face when they’d first entered the long Galleria del David where Michelangelo’s
Prisoners
lined the walls. Her soft pink mouth had dropped open, her eyes growing wide. She’d studied each of the
Prisoners
before making her way to the David, who stood
on his pedestal beneath the dome at one end of the long gallery.

Voices echoed throughout the chamber, but it was also solemn, thanks to the guards stationed nearby who refused to allow shouting or running—or camera flashes. Faith stopped and stood with her head tilted back and her jaw loose as she let her gaze skim the perfect form of the sculpture.

Faith studied the statue, but Renzo studied her. He’d often heard about a woman glowing—when she’d had fabulous sex, when she was in love, when she was pregnant—but he’d never noticed that glow until today.

There was something about her that drew his eye and wouldn’t let him look away. She moved with a grace that was far more sensual than he’d realized before. He didn’t usually pay attention to women’s fashion, other than to note how a woman looked in her clothes, but he’d found himself analyzing Faith’s clothing and wishing he could remove it. Not because she looked dowdy or boxy or unattractive, but because she looked chic and put together and it annoyed him when men turned to look at her.

And plenty of them had turned to look at her.

She’d worn a casual dress with sandals. The dress accented her waist, her breasts, and flared over her hips into a swingy skirt that fluttered and swirled when she moved. Her legs were bare, and he found himself thinking of how they’d felt wrapped around his waist as he’d taken her body into sweet oblivion.

She’d been so innocent, and so carnal at the same time. He thought back to the moment he’d unwrapped her like a present, and his body grew as hard as the Carrara marble on the pedestal.

“It’s wonderful,” she said, turning to him and reaching
for his hand, her eyes shining with unshed tears that caused his chest to ache.


Si
, it is quite magnificent.”

“Thank you for bringing me.”

He tugged her into the circle of his arms, uncaring that others moved around them like water flowing around a rock in the stream. “I can think of a few ways you can show your appreciation later,” he told her.

Her eyes widened as she felt the strength of his desire for her. “How can you possibly be …?”

He grinned at the word she did not say.
Aroused. Ready?
“Aren’t you?”

The heat of a blush spread over her cheeks. “Yes, I have to confess that I am.” She put her forehead against his chest. “I can’t believe you’ve managed to turn me into the kind of woman who would rather spend the day in bed with you than do just about anything else.”

He threaded his fingers into the silk of her hair. “I would have been happy to oblige had I known.”

She looked up at him again. “If I weren’t starving, I’d suggest we leave right now and go back to the villa.”

Possessiveness, hot and sharp, flared inside him. “Ah, but there is no need,
cara
. I have an apartment nearby. But first, lunch.”

He took her hand and led her from the gallery. They emerged onto the street and walked a few blocks to one of his favorite Florentine restaurants. They were greeted like old friends and shown to a table on the terrace with a lovely view of the Duomo. Usually, Renzo liked a bit more privacy, but since it was Faith’s first time in Italy, he wanted to indulge her appetite for adventure.

They started with a beef Carpaccio that was so thin and tender it melted in the mouth, a
mozzarella di bufala
and tomato salad, and then moved on to a luscious spaghetti
carbonara before finishing with
panna cotta
and espresso. Faith ate everything with gusto, her eyes closing from time to time while she sighed and licked her lips.

It was refreshing to see a woman eat something other than a salad for a change. American women—especially the ones like Katie Palmer and Lissa Stein—seemed to subsist on nothing but lettuce and water for the most part.

But then he had to acknowledge that it was more the
sort
of woman he’d dated rather than a cultural trait. The Faith Blacks of the world seemed to have no trouble enjoying a good meal. Faith was so refreshing, so different—so real. Why had he avoided real women in his life? Why had he always chosen the ones who, deep down, repelled him?

In spite of his desire to get Faith alone again, he was also enjoying her company. They lingered over their coffee, talking about things like how he got started building motorcycles, what had made him want to race and how she’d ended up in New York. For the first time ever, he found himself wanting to share more about himself with her than he had with anyone else.

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