Innocent in the Italian's Possession(32)

His smile came slowly, warming her more than the rising sun. "Waiting for you."

She absorbed that admission slowly and tried like hell not to read  anything personal into it. Why was he waiting for her on the lover's  walk instead of the inn?

She met his gaze and her mouth went dry. He looked at her with an  intensity that made her knees go weak. His dark, sultry eyes caressed  her and promised more.

And God, she ached to fall into his arms. But she wouldn't play the part  of his convenient lover. She wasn't about to let any man use her-even  though she couldn't imagine living without him. Even though she loved  him with all her heart. Even though saying no to his cold proposal of  marriage had been the most difficult thing she'd ever done.

Just being this close to him now was wreaking havoc on her emotions. She  couldn't put herself through the pain of hoping for more from him than  her occasional lover.

"Enjoy your stay on Manarolo," she said, and set off toward the path  that wound to Riomaggiore with as much dignity as she could.

He stepped in front of her and grabbed her arms. "Bella."

Heat and longing exploded in her and she struggled to keep from leaning  into his strength, into the promise sizzling in his eyes. Mio Dio,  rejecting this man was nearly impossible to do when she longed to wrap  her arms around him and hold on for dear life. But she couldn't go back.  She couldn't be hurt again for the next time she may never recover.

"Don't," she said, brushing off his hold and then instantly mourning the loss.

She didn't have long to grieve.

He crowded her against the railing and slid his hands up her arms. Heat  flares snapped the air in their wake as he bunched her shawl to her  upper arms and made her burn for him, made her remember how very good  they were together. Cool morning air whispered over her backside while  an inferno of sensual masculinity blasted her from head to toe.

"Don't what?" he asked, his voice pitched to a velvet purr. "Don't touch you? Kiss you? Desire you?"

The last two words ribboned around her and held her fast to him, an  invisible thread of need that couldn't be broken. Don't hurt me, she  almost said. But that would be a waste of breath. Just standing in the  shadow of his power was tearing her apart inside.                       
       
           



       

"Why are you here?" she asked again, hugging her shawl around her when  what she really wanted was to press her palms against his chest and feel  his heart beat just for her.

"Jean Paul repeatedly tells me that I am an ass, and I have finally realized that he is right."

She bit back a smile. So Jean Paul had been badgering Stefano just as he had her.

"You are lucky to have such a good friend," she said.

"So he tells me."

They shared a laugh, and the tension needling her spine eased. She still  was wary, but she couldn't abide idle chitchat with him, not when there  was still so much unsaid between them.

"I'm sorry that I didn't trust you with my problems regarding Emilio,"  she said. "I wasn't used to sharing that burden with anyone, much less  with a man who clearly disliked and disapproved of my brother."

There, she'd said it. The burden was off her now, but she still ached inside for what they'd had and lost.

He shook his head and mumbled under his breath. "Sharing. We have both  failed in that regard. But that is in the past. Tell me, bella, are you  happy? Is this where you want to be?"

"Some days I can't imagine living anywhere else."

"And others?"

"I miss the fast pace of my job. The people. The sense of being needed." She met his steady gaze. "I miss you."

Again that slow smile that made her toes curl. "Then come back to me."

She'd waited forever to hear him say that, but it wasn't enough. She needed more assurance from him. She deserved more.

She shook her head. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. And you will."

Such pride. Such arrogance. Such insight to know that was exactly what she wanted to do.

But she was afraid of trusting him. Of trusting her emotions around him. Of trusting that he'd somehow changed.

"Why should I, Stefano? Give me one good reason to return to you."

"Because we are good together." He cupped her face and this time she  leaned into it and welcomed the heat and power of the man as it sank  into her. "Because you love me, bella." He nudged her face up and  brushed a kiss over her mouth. "Because I love you."

"Do you? Or are you telling me what I want to hear?"

"It is the truth, mio caro. It took losing you to realize just how much I  love you." His fingers twined with hers and he lifted her left hand,  kissing each finger while his dark gaze adored her. "You are my sun. My  reason to breathe."

"As you are mine," she said. "I love you so."

He slowly bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. "Mio amore."

She clutched his hand and felt his blood pounding in tandem with her own, felt tears sting her eyes. "Say it again."

"My love." He covered her mouth with his and kissed her with more heat and passion than she thought possible.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked when they pulled apart a fraction.

"No. This is real. What we feel for each other is real. I love you,  Gemma Cardone. I've loved you since the first day I saw you in Marinetti  Shipyard looking prim yet so desirable that you took my breath away."

There was no doubt he wanted her. But while she thrilled over the fact  he loved her, she was afraid to guess what her role would be in his  life.

"So you're giving me back my old job?" she asked after screwing up her courage.

"Job? No." He pulled something from his pocket and held it up. "Forgive me for not giving you this sooner."

She caught a glimpse of a gold band clutched between his long, tanned fingers. "You found my ring?"

"Bella! Don't you see?"

She shook her head, confused and scared to believe what was before her eyes.

He took her left hand and slid the ring on her finger. Her heart skipped  a beat as she stared at the huge diamond that sparked an aura of fire  to mirror the explosion of love going off inside her.

"Marry me, bella."

That brought her gaze flying to his. Marriage? Love? Could it all be true?

He stroked his fingers along her cheek and she shivered as much from  passion as his tenderness that touched her heart. "I want you to be my  wife. My partner in life. The mother of my children. I want to share  everything I have with you, now and forever."

"You're sure?" she asked.

Desire blazed in his dark eyes to chase away her last remaining chill of  uncertainty. He lifted her left hand and placed a kiss on each finger  and his warm breath fanned flames that were already raging out of  control.

"Without a doubt. Marry me, bella."                       
       
           



       

"Yes," she said through her tears, twining her fingers with his. "Yes."

"We can live anywhere you want. Travel anywhere you wish," he said, his  eyes glittering with love. "I will arrange for your nonna to have help  here as well, if she wishes."

She pressed two fingers over his perfectly sculpted lips. "Stefano, what  are you doing? We are on the path of lovers. This isn't the place to  waste time talking."

"No?" he asked, affecting a perfectly shocked expression that she didn't believe for a moment.

She shook her head, loving him more with each breath she took. "Kiss me," she said and lifted her mouth to his.

She didn't have to ask him twice.

So with the fragrant wild herbs scenting the air and the sea crashing on  the cliffs below them, they sealed their avowal of love with all the  passion in their hearts.