Chapter 43

There was a silence broken only by the sound of waves pulsing against the shore. Diana rose from the hay bed and wandered over to look out of the open balcony doors to the cliff below. Her arms were around her midsection, and her posture was stiff and guarded, as if she were shielding herself from an expected insult. “So, you didn’t enjoy it, then?” Her voice still echoed with self-doubt.

Andrew told himself to stay where he was—to keep his distance. To not tempt himself beyond his endurance by crossing the floor to her. But step by step, he went, programmed by a force he had no way of countering. He placed his hands on the tops of her shoulders, turning her to face him. Her sensual gaze assiduously avoided his, so he tipped up her chin with one of his fingers, so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. “I enjoyed it way too much, and therein lies our problem.”

She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, making them even more unbearably tempting. “Why is that a pr