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and did not respond to the gentle taunt. ‘I simply show a bit of self-control where food is concerned.’
    Self-control.
Emilio’s sloe-dark eyes drifted towards her mouth. Her lips were bare; he remembered the hint of strawberry in the gloss that he had kissed away. Without adornment they were naturally rose- tinted, and amazingly lush, their softness so inviting he struggled to think past the loud buzz in his head and the stab of desire that sliced through him like a knife.
    He lifted his gaze, meeting her eyes through the meshof his eyelashes. ‘Self-control has its place.’ Like in an airport.
    The ripple of sensation Emilio’s sinfully seductive throaty purr set in motion passed through her entire body from her scalp to her curling toes.
    Megan, her eyes melded to his smouldering stare, endured the moment breathing through the nerve-shredding sensation. It passed, but the aching lump lodged like a chunk of broken glass in her throat remained.
    ‘I …’ Megan was unable to tear her eyes free of his mesmeric stare, and her voice faded. Her lips continued to move, but nothing emerged but a whispery sigh.
    When the sexual tension had been in the background she had been able to pretend it wasn’t there. That was no longer possible. In the space of a heartbeat it had become an almost visible presence, humming like a high-voltage charge in the air between them, swallowing up the oxygen so that she struggled to breathe.
    ‘Though sometimes it is good to let go.’
    Megan, hand pressed to her throat, struggled to catch her breath. She compressed her lips, angry with him for playing games and herself for being such a sucker for his not very subtle tactics, and there was no way in the world it was accidental. Was this some sort of game for him?
    ‘I really wouldn’t know. I don’t …’
    ‘What? You never let that lovely hair down and throw caution to the wind? Some men could view a statement like that as a challenge.’
    ‘Certainly I let my hair down, but only with people I trust.’
    ‘You think I would take advantage?’ Emilio sighed inwardly. She was right.
    The predatory gleam in his dark eyes sent a secret shiver down her spine. ‘I’m really not interested in finding out.’
    Her declaration of indifference drew a low chuckle from him. The scarily attractive sound made Megan bite the inside of her cheek.
    ‘You are probably …’ he mused, studying her with an intent expression that made Megan want to cover her face with her hands.
    ‘Probably what?’ she snapped when the dramatic pause stretched beyond bearable limits.
    ‘The worst liar of any woman I have ever met.’
    Her eyes flew wide. ‘I am a
very
good liar!’ she cried, bouncing to her feet.
    Megan gave him the evil eye when her unthinking indignant rebuttal drew another throaty chuckle, of the incredibly sexy variety, from him.
    ‘What’s that on your mouth?’ Emilio asked, no longer looking amused as he got to his feet and reached out towards her face.
    Megan reacted to his hand like a striking snake, her heart beating a furious tattoo as she ducked away from his touch.
    He raised an eloquent brow in response to her instinctive action as, feeling foolish, Megan slid her eyes from his.
    ‘What’s what?’ she said, lifting a hand to the corner of her mouth. Her finger came away smeared red. ‘Oh, it’s nothing,’ she said dismissively as she fished a tissue from her pocket.
    His dark brows twitched into a disapproving straight line above his hawkish nose. ‘It looks more like blood to me.’
    Megan rolled her eyes. Talk about overreaction. ‘Why are the Spanish so dramatic?’ she asked, clicking her tongue in irritation as she added, ‘It’s a microscopic speck of blood. If you must know, I bit myself,’ she admitted, wishing something would distract his attention from her mouth.To have his dark-eyed scrutiny trained with unblinking intensity on her lips was sending her nervous system into frantic overdrive.
    ‘That was not