Chapter 16Cassie’s mobile rang for the umpteenth time and she switched it off impatiently.
Shouldn’t you get that?” John Sarony regarded her with one dark brow arched as she lay beside him in her bed. Tracing a finger the length of his chest, playing with the thick down of dark hair she shook her head.
“I don’t want to be interrupted.” She moved in towards his face and crushed her lips against his. His arm encircled her and he pulled her closer, fully aware of what she wanted. It was what he wanted too. Despite this all the old inherent feelings of holding back raced uppermost in his mind. “What’s wrong?” she asked and raising her head she paused to regard him oddly when she felt him pull away a little. She had no idea how much he wrestled with his conscience; of what might happen if the
