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Ana closed the door slightly, her face burning anew when she spotted Caio stripping the sheet off the bed. She pulled her hair back and put it into a rough knot then let the robe drop to the floor and stepped into the bath, wincing a little as the hot water came into contact with sensitive muscles and the skin between her legs.
The hot, fragrant water seeped into her body and made her feel even more boneless. She wanted to run her hands over her body where Caio had touched her.
Licked her. Nipped at her flesh. Sucked her.
Ana groaned, and resisted the urge to bury her head under the water. She felt a pang to think of how Caio hadn’t been in the bed when she’d woken. What had she expected? To be wrapped in his embrace and that he would be whispering sweet nothings in her ear? He’d made it abundantly clear that this was a purely physical thing. One night only.
Except the only problem was that Ana already knew once wouldn’t be enough. Not nearly enough. They had one night. She would have to make the most of it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CAIOSTOODINthe kitchen, at a loss for a second. He knew what the problem was. His brain hadn’t started functioning normally again yet. Sex with Ana had literally fried his brain. Rewired it.
He’d never lost it so completely like that. To the point where he’d lost any semblance or illusion of control. So much so that when he’d managed to surface, and had extricated himself from Ana’s embrace and when she hadn’t woken, he’d spent long minutes just watching her.
Her lashes had been so dark and long on her cheek. Mouth swollen from his kisses. Marks on her pale skin from his hands, mouth, stubble.
Horrified at his reaction because he never usually mooned over lovers after sex, he’d left her sleeping on the bed and filled the bath. And now she was in the bath, and all he wanted to do was go up there, haul her out, and bury himself inside her all over again. And again.
He cursed himself. He should have listened to his instincts when they’d told him that touching Ana would not be like touching another woman.
But then he castigated himself for such a notion. He hadn’t had sex in a year. He’d never slept with a virgin before. Those two things combined were bound to make it feel...different.Amazing.
He heard a noise from behind him and turned around to see Ana hovering in the doorway, looking endearingly uncertain and also sexy as hell in the thin robe now belted at her waist and falling to mid-thigh. Her hair was wavy from the steam. Need skewered through him like an arrow, straight to his groin, before he could stop it.
‘Are you hungry?’ he asked abruptly.
Ana blinked. ‘Yes, starving.’
She blushed, obviously thinking of how that appetite had come about, and Caio had to avert his gaze for fear he’d lose any ability to be civilised.
‘Sit down. I’ll make us an omelette.’
Ana came in and perched on one of the tall chairs on the other side of the island, and watched Caio break eggs into a bowl. He never usually felt self-conscious under a woman’s gaze, but he did now.
She said, ‘I’ve never seen you cook anything before.’
Caio glanced at her, and to try and keep himself busy, and not touch her, he poured a glass of wine and pushed it towards her. She took a sip. He took a gulp from the glass he’d poured himself.
He said, ‘My repertoire is severely limited. Eggs, I can manage, but nothing more complicated.’
‘Why did you ever need to cook?’
‘When I left home, I’m ashamed to admit that I suddenly realised my food wasn’t going to be prepared daily by a chef. So for a couple of years I lived on variations of eggs and takeout and street food.’
‘When you were building your business?’
He nodded.
Ana asked, ‘Did you really have no support from your family?’
Caio shook his head. ‘My father disinherited me the day I left. I’d betrayed the family code.’
‘How did you survive?’
‘At first, with difficulty. I had some savings—the money I’d made from doing coding work for a tech company who’d seen a project I’d done at high school. I lived on that, stayed in hostels...getting odd jobs here and there. In my free time I pursued my own work, gradually building it up enough to seek investment...and that’s pretty much it.’
Ana made a snorting noise. ‘A modest way of describing a journey that led you to inventing a way to pay for products online that is now the most used online payment system on the planet, and to becoming a self-made billionaire by the age of twenty-five.’
