When he raised his head again, to study her face, he was shocked to find that her eyes were swimming with tears. What did that mean?
Carefully disengaging himself, he deftly changed places wth her and pulled her firmly into his arms. In the aftermath of this extraordinary and unexpected spontaneous event his heart was racing as it had never raced before.
Concerned, he gently asked, ‘Why do you cry, mia dolce? Did I hurt you?’
‘No, you didn’t. I don’t know why I’m crying.’
Her soft whisper was as delicate as gossamer, and surprisingly she touched her hand to his cheek. Unable to resist taking it captive, he turned over the slender palm and touched his lips to her skin as though it was something infinitely precious.
What was the matter with him? He was behaving as though he had little control over his actions and that had to cause alarm. Lily’s fire had burned him more than he’d thought possible...