Semua Bab WILL I EVER LOVE AGAIN?: Bab 61 - Bab 70

They were driven right up to his jet, and his pilot and crew were waiting on the runway to greet them.‘Do you always have a jet on standby?’ Lovely asked.‘Always.’‘What’s wrong with first class?’ Lovely asked, refusing to appear too impressed.‘When children are banned from first class, then I’ll consider commercial flights.’He wouldn’t!Raul liked his privacy, as well as his own staff.Inside the plane was just as luxurious as the hotel they had come from, and very soon there was take-off and she looked out of the window and watched Rome disappear beneath them.Lovely felt free. Excited, nervous, but finally free.‘I travel a lot.’ Raul explained the real reason for his plane. ‘And, as you saw this morning, my schedule is prone to change. Having my own jet shaves hours off my working week.’‘How did you do all this?’ Lovely asked.‘I received an inheritance when my mother died.’‘Your family was rich?’‘No.’He thought back to Casta. They had been comfortable financially, compare

His mouth told her just how much he wanted her. She watched his eyelids shutter, and then he tasted her. Lovely did the same. She felt the soft weight of him and her mouth opened just a little as they flirted with their tongues. There was tenderness, promise and building passion in every stroke and beat. Yet even as they kissed she cared for the view, and now and then opened her eyes just for a glimpse, because it was like spinning circles in a blazing sky.His hand slipped inside the jacket. First just the pad of his thumb caressed her breast, and then—she had been right—the dress drew his attention down.His hand was on her stomach, just lingering, and Lovely felt his warm palm through the fabric. Her breathing stilled and he felt the change and pulled her closer, to taste and feel more.They sailed under ancient bridges and he kissed her knowingly. So attuned were they no one would guess they weren’t lovers yet.There was just the sound of the gondolier’s paddle and the taste of pa

They were arguing, Lovely knew.And she liked it.His jaw scratched as he fought with himself to remove his mouth and get out, and then her tongue was the one to part his lips.And that perfunctory kiss was no more.Hellcat.She made him want.He was dressed and kneeling on the bed, kissing her hard, and she was arching into him.His hand was rough through the sheet, squeezing her breast hard, and she wanted him to whip the sheet off.Her hand told the back of his head that.Lovely wanted him to unzip himself and to feel rough denim.And so he stopped kissing her and stood.Raul liked her endless wanting.And he liked it that he wanted to go back to bed.And that was very concerning to him.Yes, he needed to think.‘Why don’t you go back to sleep?’ Raul suggested again, his voice even and calm, with nothing to indicate the passion he was walking away from.Apart from the bulge in his jeans.She gave a slightly derisive laugh at the suggestion that she might find it possible to sleep a

Lovely stood there for a moment. It was hard making a dignified exit when you didn’t know the way out.Is there a street entrance?’ Lovely asked, and watched as he barely glanced up from his phone.‘Yep.’Raul opened the box of pastries and selected one, took a bite as he got back to his phone.Lovely could find it herself. ‘You can see yourself out.’XXXAll roads led to Rome.But today Raul hoped that Rome would lead him to Lovely.Raul could not get her out of his mind.Disquiet gnawed and unfinished business reared up and he simply could not let it go.Summer was gone.As he walked past the café where they had shared breakfast Raul looked up to the dark clouds above and it looked as if the sky had been hung too low.It had felt like that since Lovely had gone.Autumn had arrived, and usually it was Raul’s favorite time of the year.Not this one.He missed her, and Raul had never missed anyone, and he just could not shake off the feeling.It was something he could not define.Even

She was in a holding pattern now of her own making.Awaiting his response.Once home, Lovely had replaced the statue by her bed.She had decided that it was not for sale.Some things were more important.For now.She did not want to be like her mother, holding on to a castle she could not afford to keep, but she was not going to rush into selling it.Lovely checked her phone for the hundredth time, but of course it hadn’t rung.So she checked her email to see if anyone had responded to her many job applications.She’d had one interview at a museum, but there were four other applicants—no doubt all with qualifications.And she had an interview next week to work at one of their rival wedding venues.Joy.Not.The pregnancy would start to show soon.Who would want to take her on then?Lovely opened a window and leant out and looked over the land her mother’s family had owned for ever.The hills to the left and the fields to the right had been sold off some time ago, but if she looked ahe