Alert as ever, Alessandro fastened his attention on a droplet of water coursing over the downy skin of her forearm.

‘Tell me if you get too cold,’ he murmured, reaching for the towel. With one long, slow movement, he stroked down the entire length of her arm.

As his touch trailed away, she sighed. It was a sound of total contentment. She leaned back against a cushion and closed her eyes.

‘Before you settle down, I think I’ll have your hair over this shoulder…’ He swept her wet hair around and settled it, lock by lock.

Feeling his fingers stroking each strand into place sent shimmers of energy through Michelle’s body. Alessandro had started wiping droplets from her skin and she shivered. As a trickle of water meandered over the generous curve of her breast his fingertips reached out to trace it…

CHAPTER FOUR

A LITTLE cry of anticipation escaped from her lips.

He stopped. His hand was hovering so close to her skin she could feel its warmth. It raised her temperature faster than the sun.

‘I can see you’re getting cold.’ He leaned back, letting his hand fall onto his thigh with a slap. ‘Come on, let’s get inside—I’ve made you suffer long enough.’ His rich accent rolled over one fantasy, but with smooth assurance he replaced it with another. ‘I’ve arranged a little treat to thank you for your patience.’

‘Oh, but you shouldn’t have,’ Michelle stammered, secretly feeling very glad that he had.

Waving aside her pleasantries, Alessandro picked up two more big towels from the neatly folded pile on the poolside chair next to his. Swirling one around her shoulders, he draped a second over her wet hair. Michelle revelled in their soft, sun-warmed folds. That was luxurious enough. Then she felt his hands moving over them, blotting moisture from her shoulders and hair. She leaned into his touch, enjoying more intimacy than she had ever imagined.

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