Chapter 33

• "Bite the bullet, Lucas," Layla advised in amusement. "This is a very romantic setting."
• Lucas stiffened, but looking away from Layla at that moment wasn’t an option; she looked so irresistibly appealing. She had taken her hair down during the flight, and the brilliantly colourful strands tumbled luxuriantly round her slim shoulders, glinting like her metallic dress in the sunlight coming through the windows. He moved forward, stepped behind her and ran down her zip, peeling the fabric back slowly from her shoulders while planting a kiss on the pale flesh he exposed.
• Layla held her breath, watching their reflections merge in a tall mirror with the faint blurry quality of antique glass. As he bent over her, the brush of his lips made her shiver. His hair was so black against hers, his hand so dark against her white shoulder. The dress slid down her arms and then dropped into a pool at her feet.