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if it’s the only way to shut you up!’ she said crossly, took a deep breath, and swooped down at him, brushed her mouth over his, a light, butterfly kiss gone almost as soon as it touched him.

‘Now can we swim back to the beach?’ she said, unsteadily.

Patrick didn’t answer; he had closed his eyes; his tongue-tip moved along his mouth. Antonia watched, dry-mouthed, unbearably excited.

‘You taste of the sea,’ he said softly. ‘Let me taste you again.’

She bit her lip, staring at the parted curve of that sexy mouth, her heart beating heavily, wanting to kiss him so much that it was an agony. She couldn’t bear it—she had to feel his mouth again; she slowly lowered her head. As her mouth touched him she felt his tongue move softly between his lips to meet her, and an involuntary groan broke out of her.

‘Patrick,’ she moaned, deaf to her own voice, her eyes shut tight, letting herself sink into the dark bliss of sensuality for the first time in her life.

After that night in Bordighera she had felt for a while as if she were in a dodgem car, crashing around helplessly, being knocked from here to there by life without having any power to dictate her own direction. She had been terrified by the instability, the uncertainty that that night on the beach had revealed to her. That was why she had accepted Cy’s proposal. He had offered her a calm, secure life with a man she liked, who would never hurt her or frighten her.

She had felt threatened again ever since Patrick came back into her life. She had never forgotten him, even though she had only seen him so briefly at that party in her uncle’s house two years ago. The attraction had been immediate, devastating; and, ever since they’d met again, that feeling had intensified hour by hour, day by day: the deep beat of a dangerous drum, a growing excitement, which might explode at any second and blow her life apart.

She felt that drumbeat now, her whole body shaking as Patrick deliberately moved against her, the damp-furred masculinity of his inner thigh brushing against her, making her shudder with erotic sensuality. His hands moved too, tormenting and caressing, making her whimper with aroused desire, with frustrated need.

Her ears beat with the rhythm of her own blood; she was deafened by her heart thudding, blind to the glitter of the sun, the blue sea, the blue sky. All her senses were wrapped up in Patrick, her responses to him, a growing pleasure which was more intense than anything she had ever known.

When Patrick suddenly caught her shoulders and pushed her upwards, holding her away from him, she was dazed and confused, her eyes opening, staring down at him in bewilderment.

‘We’d better get back to the beach; this sun is far too hot,’ Patrick huskily said, his face darkly flushed and his blue eyes moving restlessly.

Antonia barely heard what he said. She was watching his mouth move and was hardly able to breathe. Everything in her was concentrated on that one point in the universe—Patrick’s mouth. She could have looked at it for hours without growing tired, but most of all she wanted to kiss it again; she could spend eternity kissing his mouth.

Patrick said roughly, ‘I didn’t expect to get this far this fast. If we stay here any longer I can’t guarantee things won’t go even further.’

Her face burned.

He gave her a dark, smouldering look. ‘I don’t want to be accused later of using force, or making you do anything you don’t want to do, so from now on you’re going to have to ask for it if you want it, Antonia.’

Her breath caught as if he’d hit her. ‘You do think a hell of a lot of yourself, don’t you?’ she threw back at him, and then scrambled to her feet, dived in without a second look at him, and began swimming, heard him splash into the sea a moment later.

Her cramp had gone, but she was still very tired, and was relieved to get back to the beach. She collapsed on to her mattress, put on her headphones, and, ignoring Patrick as he joined her, listened to a new tape of one of her favourite groups while she drowsed and sunbathed. By that time of the afternoon the sun was low in the sky, shadows were lengthening, people were leaving the beach, yet the air was still languorously warm and the sky was still blue.

Antonia slid into a light sleep, began to dream of Patrick kissing her; she woke up, turning on to her side in restless agitation, to find him lying next to her, watching her with those half-closed, tormenting eyes.

Her skin began to burn. No wonder he knew what she was thinking, when he kept eavesdropping on her dreams. When he did that, he was invading her most secret space, her own mind, her unconscious, the place to which even she did not have all the keys.

‘Stop watching me!’ she angrily burst out.

‘You were asleep; why should it bother you?’

‘I’m awake now!’

‘Sure about that?’ His eyes were full of laughter, but she was not amused.

‘Very funny. You may enjoy playing games; but I don’t.’

‘You don’t know how, that’s all,’ he softly said. ‘You need a few lessons on how to enjoy life.’

‘Not from you!’ she snapped, turned her back on him again, switching on her cassette player and turning up the volume to drown out anything else he said.

They got back to the little pink house just as the sun was sinking, and found a note from Alex telling them to eat without him.

Bumped into an old chum and having dinner with him and his latest wife! May be late!

Antonia nervously flicked a glance at Patrick. ‘Well, maybe we should eat out tonight, too?’

‘Ten minutes ago you said you were too tired to move,’ he reminded her drily. ‘Look, you have a shower; I’ll cook supper.’

‘Not spaghetti again?’ she ruefully

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