Bedded for the Spaniard's Pleasure. Кэрол Мортимер

it?’ Rafe’s gaze was fixed on her face.

      ‘Mind your own damned business!’

      ‘Fine.’ He released her abruptly to hold his hands up as he stepped away from her.

      Cairo glared at him for several more seconds before giving an abrupt nod. ‘If you’ll excuse me…’

      ‘Running away, Cairo?’ Rafe taunted her as she turned away.

      Cairo paused to look back at him, her chin raised stubbornly high. ‘I believe you said earlier that you would enjoy a glass of white wine…?’

      His brows rose. ‘And you’re about to go and get me one?’

      ‘If it means I get to spend a little less time in your unpleasant company, yes!’ she bit out. ‘But, of course, if you’ve changed your mind—’

      ‘You should know by now that once my mind is made up about something—or someone—then it rarely changes,’ he said pointedly.

      ‘Luckily, neither does mine,’ she came back just as pointedly.

      They continued to look at each other for several long, tense seconds, a battle of wills that was totally matched in intensity, with neither of them willing to back down.

      It had always been like this between them, Rafe recalled ruefully. Cairo might only have been a twenty-year-old actress just starting out in her career eight years ago, but even then she’d had a definite mind of her own, had known exactly what she wanted and how to get it. And eight years ago, she had decided she wanted to become the wife of multi-millionaire movie producer Lionel Bond and unashamedly used her relationship with Rafe as a stepping stone to achieving that goal.

      He moved to lie back on the lounger as he looked out over the terraces of orange trees that surrounded the pool. ‘White wine sounds good,’ he said curtly.

      He felt Cairo continue to look at him frowningly for several more seconds before she turned sharply on her heel and continued up the steps to the villa.

      Rafe waited until he was sure she had left before turning to look at her, his hands clenching at his sides as he watched that red hair cascading wildly down a back that seemed endless and almost sensuously feline, a bottom smoothly curving in the black bikini, and legs that were long and shapely.

      Dammit, even after all this time, after all that had happened between them, Cairo was still one of the most seductively beautiful women Rafe had ever laid eyes—or hands—on.

      Not a comfortable realization for a man who made a point of never becoming involved with a woman. Not any more!

      He looked across at Daisy playing in the pool. ‘Sweetheart, do you want to go inside and get changed now? It’ll be time to eat soon.’

      ‘Okay, Uncle Rafe.’ Daisy obediently got out of the pool and went inside the villa.

      Cairo’s movements were agitated as she collected wine from the fridge and glasses from the cupboard, not forgetting to get some more juice for Daisy, too, in case she fancied a drink.

      How dared Rafe even presume to offer her advice?

      Rafe had callously broken her heart eight years ago, leaving her completely vulnerable to the face-saving offer of Lionel’s marriage proposal—

      Cairo came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the kitchen, her eyes closing as she swayed dizzily.

      It was the first time she had ever admitted, even to herself, that Rafe’s actions were the real reason she had married Lionel….

      She shook her head as she once again fought back the tears.

      No matter what her reasons might or might not have been for marrying Lionel, despite the fact that she hadn’t loved him, she had tried to be a good wife to him, had accompanied him to numerous parties and premieres, always the glamorous and smiling asset. Her work schedule had also been horrendous in recent years, more often than not for Lionel’s own production company.

      Yes, she really had tried to be the ‘perfect’ wife to Lionel.

      The fact that she had ultimately failed still haunted her….

      ‘Cairo, exactly what are you doing?’

      Cairo was so startled by the harsh sound of Rafe’s voice behind her that she dropped the carton of juice she was holding, staring down as it seemed to fall in slow motion before landing with a very liquid splat on the tiled floor to spray the juice high into the air.

      She gasped as most of that cold juice landed on her bare legs, stepping back quickly, only to come up against a hard, immovable object.

      Rafe’s body…

      Cairo froze as her back came into contact with the searing heat of Rafe’s bare chest and thighs, her spine stiffening as she immediately tried to move away from that contact.

      It was too much, Rafe decided grimly. Having an almost naked Cairo pressed against him, her bottom nestled neatly against his hardening thighs, was just too much on top of coming face to face with her again so unexpectedly earlier on.

      He grasped her arms to turn her round to face him, knowing by her sudden gasp, the widening of those dark brown eyes as she looked up at him, that she had read the intent in his eyes.

      That she knew Rafe was going to kiss her.

      Not gently.

      Not searchingly.

      Certainly not with the slow sensuality with which they used to kiss.

      Rafe was hungry.

      Very hungry.

      So damned hungry for the taste and feel of Cairo that he wanted to strip those two scraps of material from her body, push her against the wall, and take her where she stood!

      He held her gaze with his as his arms moved about her like steel bands, moulding her willowy curves against the lean length of his own body before moving his eyes down to look at the parted softness of her lips.

      Cairo had always had the most erotic mouth he had ever seen, her lips full and pouting, slightly moistened now, as if inviting and ready for his kiss.

      And he was more than ready to kiss her!

      Cairo was held mesmerized by the fierceness of Rafe’s gaze, but her breath stopped completely as his head swooped and his mouth forcefully claimed hers, deeply, fiercely, demanding a response from her rather than asking for one.

      A response Cairo was unable to deny him as her lips seemed to part of their own volition. Her arms moved up and her hands clung to those wide, powerful shoulders, Rafe’s skin feeling like steel encased in satin beneath her fingertips.

      Heat exploded between them, a fierce, burning heat.

      Everywhere were licking flames of complete awareness, of fierce arousal, as her body curved more intimately against Rafe’s and she returned the hunger of his kiss.

      It had been so long—too long!—since Cairo had felt so stingingly, vibrantly alive!

      Rafe’s hands, his large, evocative hands, moved caressingly across her back as that devouring kiss continued, Rafe’s tongue now thrusting into the moist heat of her mouth, and all the time those hands seeming to burn as they caressed her from hip to breast in restless demand.

      Muscles rippled along Rafe’s spine as Cairo touched him there, his silky skin feeling hot, hard, and so wonderful.

      Cairo was so lost to reason, so totally aroused, that she offered no protest as she felt Rafe unfastening the single hook at the back of her top before one of his hands moved round unerringly to cup the nakedness of her breast.

      Cairo melted completely as the soft pad of his thumb moved caressingly across the thrusting pout of her nipple, rivers of pleasure engulfing her—

      ‘Uncle Rafe…?’

      Cairo barely had time to register Daisy’s