Rafael’s gloved hand slid from Ceara’s shoulder to her chin with unwarranted familiarity, yet she could not summon the will to step away. This man held such an allure that he could distract her with a glance—and his touch could compel her to forget her own name. He tipped her face upward so that she met his knowing gaze and she wondered whether he would kiss her.
That would be inappropriate—yet she hoped for it all the same.
“Ciao, bella,” he murmured so that only she could hear his words. The low murmur combined with his sultry expression heated her to her toes and he watched her, as if keenly aware of her response, his lips curving in a slow smile of satisfaction.
Ciao, bellaHow could such a wicked man be so alluring? It defied belief. She admired men of honor and duty, men of princip
