20

GRACE awoke to the sounds of the rainforest all around her and opened her eyes with a smile on her lips.

Was there any better place to wake up?

She was on her side and Rafael was lying next to her in a careless sprawl, one of his legs trapping her to the bed, as if to prevent her escape. But she had no plans for escape. At that moment she knew that there was nowhere else she’d rather be. No other man she’d rather be with.

Perhaps it was because they were both a little damaged, she thought, unable to resist stroking a hand over his shoulder. His skin was bronzed, a legacy of the sun and his Brazilian heritage, the muscle clearly defined and unmistakably masculine.

He had an incredible body and it was obvious to anyone fortunate enough to look at him that he was a very physical man. A man with strength who pushed and tested himself.

‘You’re staring at me.’

She hadn’t even realised that he was awake. She moved her gaze from his shoulders to his face and saw that he was looking at h