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times,” Dante said as he rose from the table, “but while your lovely mouth says no, your trembling body says yes.”
    How he managed to make it around the table before Paige was even halfway out of her chair was beyond her, but suddenly he was just there, towering over her like an avenging angel.   She had just enough time to let out one breathy protest before she was in his arms.  
    Dante murmured something in Italian as his lips lightly brushed against hers, the gentleness of his kiss almost as devastating as the passionate one she’d been expecting.   It was slow and provocative; gradually stoking the fire that was burning inside of her and making her yearn for more.
    “ Madre di Dio , the things I want to do to you,” Dante whispered as he feathered kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
    There was a husk in his voice that sent a shiver up her spine, while the tingling sensation his warm breathe left on her skin was busy doing a number on her heart.   It was pounding at such a furious pace she could hear the roar of it in her ears, and if Dante had started kissing her again, Paige was fairly certain she would have fallen into a dead faint.  
    She was embarrassingly weak when it came to Dante, and she finally understood what had driven her to write that note all those years ago.   If she’d gone to him, stood anywhere near him, she never would have had the strength to let him go.
    Even now, when she knew how much was riding on dissuading him from pursuing a relationship with her, Paige was completely helpless to do anything but melt in his arms.   Worse than that, she found herself trying to devise a way to keep him from seeing the awful panties she was wearing when he took her to bed.  
    Maybe she could insist he turn all the lights off or excuse herself and go to the bathroom and remove them.   He might even think it was sexy that she’d worn thigh high hose beneath her dress and nothing else.   Paige was so intent on working around the cotton panty issue that she didn’t even notice Dante had stopped the assault on her neck until he spoke.
    “Would you like to take a walk in the gardens?”
    Paige opened her eyes.   Was he kidding?   Here she was, clinging to him like a human vine while every female hormone in her was clamoring for more kisses, more caresses, more of everything, and he wanted to take a walk ?   Did he realize how close she was to surrendering herself to him?   Peering deep into those dark eyes of his, she saw the same raw desire she knew Dante saw reflected in hers.   So why was he drawing away from her?  
    She could see the strain on his face and when she let her hands slip from around his neck, Paige also felt how rigid the muscles in his neck and shoulders had become.   There was no question as to how much he wanted her right now, but he was deliberately holding himself back.   To heighten the sexual tension between them?   To punish her for even suggesting she’d chose another man over him?  
    It was pure torture to be this close to Dante and not be able to pull his mouth back down onto hers, but if he wanted to continue this game of cat and mouse then so be it.   In all honesty, she understood his reasons for doing it.   After all, where was the fun in it if his prey didn’t at least try to elude him?
    Paige looked up at him from beneath her lashes as her hands drifted slowly down his chest.   She ran her tongue over her lips and experienced a moment of triumph when Dante’s eyes darkened and air hissed through his teeth.   His big body trembled and she could feel his heart hammering against her palms, but just as his resolve started to crumble she let her arms fall to her sides and broke the physical contact between them.   Two could play at this game, Paige thought as she offered him a sexy smile that forced a groan of sheer agony from deep in his throat.
    “ Strega ,” he muttered when she twisted away from him with a light-hearted laugh.