One Christmas Night In.... Кэрол Мортимер

‘And no doubt such a skill would also be useful if you were ever to find yourself the reluctant guest of an Italian count! ‘

      Lily met his gaze steadily. ‘I didn’t have quite this situation in mind at the time, but yes, no doubt it would. Kick-boxing isn’t about size or weight but ability.’ She shrugged.

      Dmitri frowned. ‘I trust you know that I meant it earlier when I said I do not have any intention of harming you in any way? My quarrel is not with you but with your brother.’ His expression hardened.

      ‘And I trust you know that I meant it when I said I’m not worried?’ she insisted.

      ‘Yes.’ He laughed. ‘Obviously you are a young lady well accustomed to taking care of yourself.’

      Lily frowned, sensing an implied criticism of her brother in his comment. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

      ‘Exactly as it sounded.’ Dmitri gave another shrug of those incredibly wide, muscular, biteable—

      Okay, so maybe she had drunk a little too much of that deliciously smooth wine with her meal—because she had definitely started drooling again!

      ‘As you’re well aware, we do things differently in England, Dmitri.’ She shook her head. ‘I’m twenty-six years old, and I certainly don’t need a man—especially my little brother—to take care of me, thank you very much.’ She winced as she realised exactly what she had just said. ‘Not that I’m faulting you for being protective of Claudia. Not at all. The situation is completely different, and obviously you’ve been responsible for her for a long time—’ She broke off as he began to laugh. ‘Am I overdoing the apology?’

      ‘Just a little.’ He smiled across at her—a smile that made her stomach turn somersaults.

      Oh, good Lord … ! It really was time she made her excuses and went upstairs to bed.

      ‘It occurs to me that we have not had any dessert with our meal,’ Dmitri said.

      Lily looked surprised. ‘Cheese and fruit don’t count?’

      ‘Not when the best ice cream in the world is available a short walk away, cara,’ he replied.

      Lily felt warmth enter her cheeks as she recognised that casual endearment—cara was the Italian equivalent of the English ‘dear’, wasn’t it? Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who had imbibed a little too much of that delicious red wine?

      Was her imagination playing tricks on her, or had Dmitri just said the best ice cream in the world was a short walk away? Why would he have said that if she was supposed to be his prisoner? ‘Are you suggesting that we go outside for a walk?’

      Dmitri winced slightly. ‘You really do consider yourself a prisoner here, don’t you?’

      ‘Maybe that’s because I am?’ Lily said bluntly.

      ‘I had not—’ Dmitri stopped, and then took a deep breath. ‘Perhaps I was a little heavy-handed with you earlier.’

      ‘Perhaps?’ she said incredulously.

      Dmitri continued to look across at her for several long minutes, appreciative of the things she had revealed about herself as they’d chatted over dinner—things that she was not perhaps even aware of. Such as the fact that she had obviously taken her role as the eldest of the twins very seriously since the death of her parents. That she had not taken a holiday in several years, and even then it had been in England. That she missed her brother very much. And, most importantly of all, perhaps, that this holiday in Italy was unexpected and something she could ill afford on a teacher’s salary.

      She had been looking forward to it with excited anticipation. Only to arrive in Rome and find herself then incarcerated without having seen her brother or a single one of the historic attractions she had obviously so looked forward to exploring.

      Because Dmitri had decreed it should be so. Because, out of concern for his sister and anger towards Felix, he had decided to punish the only person who was available to him.

      ‘There is no question of it. I was unreasonable with you on your arrival in Rome,’ he acknowledged heavily.

      Lily’s eyes widened. ‘Are you sure this isn’t just the wine talking?’

      Those sculptured lips curved into a teasing smile. ‘Wine is like mother’s milk to an Italian, Lily.’

      ‘Really?’ His lips on a woman’s breast was an image that did absolutely nothing for Lily’s earlier resolve to stop her imagination running away with her—and not just any woman’s breast, either, but her own.

      Okay, it was definitely time she excused herself and went to bed!

      Past time, if her fantasies about this man were going to become so explicit she had actually felt a sharp spike of arousal—from the tingling of her breasts to the rapidly increasing dampness between her thighs …

      ‘Where would you like to go?’ Dmitri asked.

      Bed probably wasn’t the answer she should give right now! ‘In all the guidebooks I read it said that the Trevi Fountain is particularly spectacular at night.’

      ‘It is,’ he confirmed, rising to his feet and coming around the table with the obvious intention of pulling her chair back for her. ‘And, luckily for us, the best ice cream in Rome is just around the corner from it.’

      She looked up at him uncertainly. ‘At this time of night?’

      ‘Of course. Roma is a city that never sleeps, Lily.’

      ‘Like New York?’

      Dmitri shook his head. ‘In my experience New York is frenetic and Roma is romantic,’ he corrected.

      Oh, yes—a romantic walk in the moonlight with this devastatingly handsome man was just what she needed when her defences already felt like mush!

      ‘Why have you suddenly become so … accommodating, Dmitri?’ she asked awkwardly.

      Those pale green eyes darkened with what looked like regret. ‘Perhaps because I now realise exactly how … unaccommodating I have been up till now?’

      Lily stood up slowly, not sure that she altogether trusted Dmitri in this relaxed and charming mood. Definitely not sure she trusted herself in his company when he was in this almost playful mood!

      Much as she welcomed the possibility of leaving the palazzo, if only for a short time, this collapse of her defences surely made it a recipe for disaster? Moonlight. Delicious ice cream. The Trevi Fountain. Dmitri Scarletti. Most especially the latter …

      She turned, with the intention of telling him that it had been a long day and she thought it better if she went to bed now, only to tense as she realised how close he was now standing. He made no effort to step away from the back of her chair. So close Lily could once again feel the heat emanating from his body. Smell the aftershave that mingled so appealingly with hot, virile male. And see the dark shadow of stubble once more on his chin.

      She could actually see the way the iris of his eyes had once again darkened to emerald as his gaze became fixed, apparently captivated by her slightly parted lips …

      She couldn’t breathe, and was pretty sure she couldn’t have moved even if someone had shouted Fire! In fact, she felt unable to break away from his compelling gaze, her body actually starting to tremble as Dmitri continued to look deeply into her eyes.

      Her throat moved convulsively as she swallowed. ‘It’s pretty late, Dmitri—’ Lily didn’t get any further in excusing herself as his arm moved firmly about her waist and he pulled her in close against him.

      ‘You’re right, Lily.’ His voice was a low, husky growl. ‘I am afraid it is far too late.’

      His head moved down slowly and he captured her mouth with his own.

      Lily heard herself groan low in her