WARWICKE’S HAND TOUCHED the small of her back as he joined them. Fabiana fought against the quick intake of breath his touch invoked. There was no denying the fact that she wanted him. Badly. She’d fought off similar feelings in the past. Many times. She knew it was just her hormones speaking to her. It had been too long since she’d enjoyed a physical relationship. And the last one...Fabiana frowned, remembering. Well...Julio had been a huge mistake. But Warwicke...she risked a glance upward and bit her lip...Warwicke was different. He was old fashioned and a gentleman. She’d grow tired of the sweetness of course. Fairly quickly she thought. But she’d enjoy the release he’d give her, and the warmth of human interaction his touch promised.
Then she could stop obsessing about what it would
