Chapter 25

"Come and sit in the shade,' Dante said lazily. I don't want you getting burned.'

Willow pushed her straw hat back and smiled up into her husband's face. 'i'm unlikely to burn when you insist on applying factor fifty to my skin ar every opportunity, am I?'

'True. Infact , I think you need another application right now,' he murmured, rising to his feet and standing over her. 'come here.'

'Tjat sound like another excuse for you to start rubbing cream into my body.'

'You really think I need excuse, Mrs Di Sione? "

he growl, lifting her off the sun lounger and heading her inside to the air-conditioned cool of their beachside house.

Willow bit her lip with sheer pleasure as she felt his lips whisper over throat. This kung she couldn't remember over her throat, thinking she couldn't remember ever feeling so happy. Or lucky. So very lucky. For the past month they'd been honeymooning in a carribean beach house, while nearby the crystal waters lapped contentedly against sugar-fine-sands. Thay