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treasure.” Plunging his hands into her hair, he tilted her head and came at her again. Natalie’s breasts tightened and she had to force herself to breathe as his tongue moved in and out of her mouth in an her. His hands moved down to cup her ass and lift her pelvis to fit it to his groin. “Tell me you want me,” he got out around clenched teeth as he stared at her, blatant awareness flashing in his eyes.
    She couldn’t lie. Not after the way she’d returned his kiss, just as he’d said she would, damn him. “I want you.”
    He growled and then pulled back to look at what was obviously an expensive watch. “Merda!”
    She didn’t know what that meant, but could take a pretty good guess. “What?”
    “We need to check out and get on the road. I don’t want to leave you.”
    Reality came crashing down and Natalie gently pushed him away. “Yes, we both need to go.” Clearing her throat, she said, “Thank you for letting me stay here last night. It was much better than where I was.” Turning, she yanked the door open, but he slapped his hand against it once more. “Marco—”
    “Come see me after the event ends tonight.”
    “I—”
    “Cara…” Despite the endearment there was a definite air of foreboding in his tone.
    “Please, Marco, let me go.”
    She watched as he instantly withdrew his hand and straightened, backing away from her.
    “I would never hurt you or make you do something that you’re uncomfortable with.”
    “I know.” She slipped out the door before she did something utterly foolish, like dive for his pants.
    Once in her car she rested her head on her steering wheel. What the hell was she going to do now?

Chapter Three
     
    Marco watched as Natalie left. He couldn’t understand what happened. One moment she had been all soft and pliant, panting for more of his kisses, and the next she’d left him in the dust. He hadn’t felt this out of sorts since that time last season a bull named Crush had done his best to live up to his name. Rubbing absentmindedly at the area just below his ribs where the beast’s hoof had landed, Marco turned and was making the short journey back to the bedroom to pack when he stopped dead.
    Hardly a scrap of food remained. When had she eaten that much food?
    Shaking his head, he continued on to the bedroom and threw the clothes in his suitcase and then went to the bathroom for the stuff in there. As he was dropping his toiletry bag into his suitcase his cell rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he picked up the phone.
    “Pronto.”
    “Va bene?” His brother Paolo asked.
    Marco wasn’t quite sure how to answer his brother’s inquiry, since at the moment he was feeling anything but good, so he simply replied, “ Si .”
    Paolo switched to English. They were both trying to improve speaking the language and had made a promise to use it even in conversation between the two of them. “Ready to go?”
    “Yes. Meet you downstairs.”
    A few moments later they had stashed everything in their Range Rover and got on the road to the next event in Houston, a seven-hour drive from their present location in Oklahoma City. At least it was a straight shot. Unfortunately, that straight shot went right through Dallas, a city Marco knew was a bitch to drive through from prior, and nearly deadly, experience. He prayed they wouldn’t hit rush-hour traffic so they’d make it to the event with time to spare before registration closed.
    He and his brother battled through the Dallas-area traffic, which they hit as the morning rush hour was ending. Paolo was thankfully driving, leaving Marco plenty of free time to white-knuckle the “Oh Shit” handle. After grabbing a quick lunch on the go they arrived in Houston around midafternoon, going straight to the arena to register and then to a hotel not far from there to check in. As he handed over his credit card, Marco’s thoughts strayed to Natalie. Where was she staying? Another dump? He was surprised by how angry the thought