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Enough, he decided. And he started walking. Unless she was
     a fool, surely she’d give way.
    The water level began dropping. Below his hips. Lower…
    Christ, what was she doing?
    His breath caught.
    She was unbuttoning her dress.
    Slowly. God, so slowly. One tiny button at a time until the dress slid from her shoulders,
     from her arms, from her hips and became a bouquet of flowers at her feet.
    She was naked.
    There were no words that would have done justice to her beauty.
    Her skin was sun-kissed, the color of honey. Her breasts were round and tip-tilted,
     the nipples a soft, delicate rose. Her waist was slender, her hips generously curved;
     her legs were long, her toenails unpolished and the color of the tiny pale pink seashells
     that were strewn over the sand.
    His penis stood up from the water and damn near saluted.
    She looked at him, at it, and laughed.
    Her laugh was low and husky and wonderful, and for a heartbeat he wondered if maybe
     he was home in bed, dreaming…
    He took a quick step back.
    “Go home,” he said sharply. “Go away! Basta! Va via !”
    Another soft, sexy laugh and then she started toward him.
    “Gianni,” she whispered, and he cursed and stepped forward and suddenly, she was in his arms,
     she was standing on her toes, she was raising her arms and winding them around his
     neck, and as he bent to her and captured her lips with his, she said, in Sicilian,
     that if he didn’t fuck her right then, she was going to die.
    * * * *
    He carried her from the water.
    They dropped to the sand together.
    She was panting, reaching out for him. He wanted to take her fast, no preliminaries,
     and he fought to hang onto his control, but she rose up on one elbow, kissed his mouth,
     nipped it, and wrapped the fingers of her free hand around his erection.
    Johnny growled, caught hold of her wrists, pinned her arms over her head and thrust
     into her, hard and fast and deep…
    Sweet Jesus!
    She was a virgin.
    He froze. Pulled back. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
    “No,” he said. “I can’t. You’re a virgin. Sei vergine! ”
    She arched against him.
    “I am yours,” she whispered. “Only yours.”
    One lift of her hips and she impaled herself on him.
    He groaned, captured her mouth was his, and thrust through that sweet, tender barrier.

CHAPTER NINE
    H e had planned on spending one week on the island.
    Instead, once they were in his bedroom and Angelica’s head was buried between his
     thighs, he phoned his administrative assistant and told him he’d be away for an extra
     five days.
    He hung up, rolled Angelica on her back and finished what she had started.
    After, he kissed her, swatted her on her ass and told her to make some coffee.
    Once she’d left the bedroom, he phoned the general, told him he was taking a few more
     days off.
    “That’s fine, John,” Halvorson said, and chuckled. “Got yourself a girl?”
    “No sir, certainly not.”
    “Well, you should. I’ve heard those Sicilian girls are hot”
    He laughed politely, but over the next several days, Angelica proved the general was
     right.
    Johnny had never had a woman like her.
    All that fire. That spirit. The sexy wildness. She answered needs he’d never even
     known he’d had.
    She told him about herself. She was twenty and lived with her grandmother.
    He told her that he worked for the government and did a lot of traveling.
    None of that was exactly a lie. He just didn’t see any reason to tell her more. After
     all, this wasn’t going to last.
    There was no room in his life right now for a woman.
    Even if there had been, Angelica was not that woman and never could be.
    She was uneducated. Unworldly. Unsophisticated. She had a deep, honest laugh. He could
     not imagine her at an embassy party, making small talk with the fiancées and wives
     of diplomats, colonels, and brigadier generals. She didn’t even look the part. The
     long, glossy hair. The full lips. The high breasts, rounded hips, curved legs.
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