Maybe the hot spring was too warm, or maybe it was the alcohol. Anna’s fair cheeks were flushed, soft and tempting.
Lorenzo tapped her lightly on the chest with his fingertip.
“Do you really want me to touch you?”
Anna blinked her damp lashes and spoke softly.
“Otherwise? Did I dress like this just to look pretty for you? Or do you not like this kind of sexy?”
“I want you to give yourself to me willingly. The truth is, you’re uncomfortable with my touch, aren’t you?”
His fingers slid upward from her chest. He could clearly feel her skin tighten under his touch, goosebumps rising instinctively.
Anna pressed her lips together.
“It’s not that I dislike your touch. I’m just not used to it. We’ve known each other for too short a time. I just ended a relationship, and mentally I’m not re
